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I guess you could say we were the happiest of all families, it looked like we had it all, the big house, four cars, a beautiful wife as my mother, a lawyer as a father and me, Isabelle the miracle child. For a me it did seem like we had it all. I had a mother that cared so much for me, and father that spent all his free time with his family. I am now 30 both of my parents are dead. I was left with millions of dollars, and that worst part is I could've stopped everything from happening but I didn't. I kept letting it happen. I was supposed to save the family. But I soon started to see that I wasn't a miracle child, I was a haunted child, tormented by the walls inside of our family house, by the doors that seem to open all the time. By the way those eyes followed me when I walked, the way those eyes seemed to undress me, the way they somehow said it was going to be alright but I knew it wasn't. I knew it was all a lie.