It was challenging to hear her voice saying we couldn't celebrate a birthday because we are all mad here... They have all gone mad and for me being crazy, I am the most sane.

'Put it all back together!' my family cries.. And I hold my breath and play the peace maker because we are all mad here and I am fluent in crazy

Today's phone call ended with my mother admitting she knows exactly where it came from in our family tree... Unfortunatly for my great uncle, he sawed his branch off because he has no hope. She never told me. Not until today. I guess I am the only one strong enough to admit my branch is half black and withered and with that I am stronger than the rest