Darkness. I know it has been true. The deepest, darkest secret that in the Gracefield House has ever known. 

I couldn't shake this feeling... the feeling that I had felt . The moment that I noticed that something had changed in my brother's face. 

It was Phil. He was much older than I was, but he seems to be distant, yet, been more vigilant than other siblings I've interacted with. 

It had to be something to do with the other kids that aren't with us. I just know that he's suffering even though he doesn't want to admit it out loud as if that Mama would hear what would be saying . 

I couldn't handle it as that I want to help my brother no matter what it took, or what the consequences might be. 

"Phil... is something truly bothering you isn't? I see you being worried every time our older siblings have been adopted ." 

Phil was outraged by the word, "adopted." 

"Adopted??? No, it's a ruse, a fabrication, Carol. We're not really meant to be alive. We're much, much more than that." He replied. 

I titled my head, "What you mean, I don't understand." I asked. 

"Well, I think you're ready, but are you really want to know what is true? Are you truly ready to face the truth head -on?"

I nodded, as he took a deep massive breath, as that he reveals to me what the Gracefield House truly is, and what we were meant to be.