Ten children were born, innocent and free.
Nine children remain, tainted and maimed.
Eight had the same mother, so strong and so fragile.
Seven saw their Father try to kill their brother.
Six were female, fighting to survive.
Five lived at home when he finally went to prison.
Four were white male, but without all the privilege.
Three went to college and made their life better.
Two remain married, weathering the storms.
One child is myself, and this is our story.