My father was fairly wealthy, He would sometimes come home and shower us with gifts. Various toys, trinkets, and the like. My father also brought something else to the house. Animals. Lots of animals. You see, he was a zoologist by trade. The money was great. We had an entire zoo in our backyard. But over the years, one would say sharing a bed... with a giraffe... Is not so great after a while. We grow distant. Him and I. The last time I spoke with him was July of 2006. And here’s why.... HE KILLED MY MOTHER

*Burn's you are butt*