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Before I get into my story, I will give a little background. We went to live with my god parent’s mother when I was 8. She needed someone to keep the house clean, make dinner, wash her clothes and keep an eye on her disable grandson. She worked at a law firm. At the time one of her other son lived upstairs. When he moved out the apartment was empty for six months before her youngest son and his three k**s moved in. It all started when I was 12, my god father Will, just come in from work....