Out of a Drunken Home ... and into a Loving Fellowship

I HAVE been born twice. It started when I was around five years old: my parents were divorced. My mother left with my sister and my brother and I stayed with my father. All was well for a few years until one night my dad came home and asked my brother and me: "How would you like a new mother?" I said no, I didn't want anyone except my real mom, but being the youngest, I was outvoted and she came.