KRISTEN

The last time I wore an expensive and fancy dress was at my father and brother's joint memorial service. I remember it so distinctively because I had originally decided on wearing jeans and a hoodie that had belonged to my late brother, Kyle. But my mother forced me to change into a Chanel  dress she had bought especially for the occasion and to make sure I did exactly as she said, she promised me I would join my dead father and brother if I didn't dress accordingly.

Needless to say I put on the dress because I was so scared of dying even though I couldn't even understand the concept of death yet, after all I was only just nine when that fateful accident took away my twin brother and my father.

Looking back one might say my mother was a terrible person, that the dying joke was tasteless but in her defense the double tragedy had distracted from taking her antidepressants and because of her OCD, she could only concentrate on one thing at