At 18, I Fought to Keep My 7 Siblings Together — Then One Photo Exposed the Truth About Our Parents

was always something burning, something spilling, someone yelling about something that had been borrowed without asking. My mother used to say that raising eight children in a three-bedroom house was like being the eye of a hurricane — if you stayed very still and kept your bearings, you could manage it. If you lost focus for even a moment, the walls continue reading …