Story of my life

I have decided that I will be writing a short story out on here..partially based on real life but with lots of fantasy wrapped in my life.

Life never seems to turn out what you expect. I had always planned that I would grow up to be a doctor, my parents would see me happily married with children by this time, but at 26 nothing was what I had planned out. Let me start from the beginning. I was the second born in my family my older brother was the prized child in the family, very cute and pudgy and well mannered even as a baby. I was the sleepy baby, that as I grew became more and more mischevious. I have a younger brother and sister who were so different from each other almost like night and day. My brother was a dark as dark can be always cunning and manipulative, my sister was as bright and happy as the sun itself. None of us looked alike but yet all of us put together resembled our parents. Growing up I had a great life doting parents, siblings that sometimes would get on my nerves but always fun to be around. Then it all changed right before I turned 10, the perfect life was taken away from me. Not just little things at a time, it was a shattered glass effect. All the pieces scattered and glass splinters stuck in fingers type of experience. One morning our mother is gone, disappeared from existence and nothing left behind except a few pictures. For my father this was a devastating event, he had found his soulmate, his other half, and with her disappearance half of my father also went missing. My siblings and I had to look out for ourselves. Taggart, the oldest was the new caretaker for us, very patiently he cooked, cleaned, and watched out for us late into the night as our father became more and more a shell of a human. Weylin, my younger brother took our mother's disappearance the hardest. He would have bouts of anger and depression, Taggart and I learned how to calm Weylin. After a time his tantrums eased, but not easily. Keeley, my sister, never really remembered our mother, even though she looks the most like her. My father had the hardest time with Keeley, when he would try to talk to her he saw our mother too much and could never have a full conversation. As the years would go by I noticed quirks with each of us, Taggart always seemed to have a calming influence on those around him, Weylin almost seemed as if his tempers controlled the weather, and Keeley had an affinity for animals.

ok enough for today...will come back and add on.