My grandparents set off my house's smoke alarm back in the 90's more times than I can count. My mom had to take me outside once in my stroller because the smoke was too thick.
my sister started smoking when she was 12. my brother smokes. both of my parents smoke. and the list goes on and on and on. I can't go near any of my family without being around that. and its just plain disgusting.
my sister got in a boat load of trouble. I know one thing, i'm never doing drugs, and im never smoking. noooo way. my entire family smokes, and it just makes me sick, literally.
they aren't. my sister ran away a couple times. got sent to juvie a couple times. ran from the cops a couple times. got caught with drugs. i think she hit a cop. my sister's bi-polar, so that explains a lot.
and plus, that judge was just evil. she put over 72 kids in foster care during her short time while she was the judge. she got voted out, thank goodness.
the stupid judge took her out of our home. put her in foster care. her foster parents adopted her a year or two ago, but she comes to visit every once in a while. She still lives in the state, just with a different family.
I've got quite a few siblings. But now that everyone's gone, its kinda lonely round here. My brother left the day he turned 18, and my sister was taken when she was fourteen. they're the only siblings i've lived with.
now? 18. she's four years older than me. almost exactly. my birthday is 6 days before hers, but she was born in 1992. her and my mom share the same birthday.