My family in disguise

I don't know what's real no more from them, they are in disguise

All my dad did was to love without condemnation, he wouldn't put any through pain, especially his brothers but it hurt the heart to feel hatred instead of love after all we've been together as ONE.

Uncle Randy being the eldest and yet the mischievous brother had quite a history and a bad reputation at that, he has been reported many times by different eyewitnesses that were never opportune to see the next day after every trial. till the day he pleaded innocent and was released he had been the man in a black suit all times. A master to drug lords, a public human trafficker. How he manages to get back on his feet is quite a shock that no one has ever discovered. No evidence at the end of each tomb but death for anyone who vows to leak his secret, but it never bothered me so well till the day my father's hitman died a day before the trial date and Uncle Randy was nowhere to be found. I still suspect he.

But I'm quite