Are we Sex Toys?

It was hard for my sister and me to grow up. My mom raised us by herself and didn't make much money, so it was hard for her to feed us, pay the rent, and live a normal, healthy life every day. Even though we had a bad life, the holidays were still my sister and I's favourite time of the year.

My mum started to spend even more time away from the flat when it started to snow and Christmas music started to play on the radio. We really missed her, but it was worth it because we always got a lot of toys, which meant a lot to us. I didn't figure out what my mum was doing to make extra money until I was about nine or ten years old. I could hear her leave the flat and see her get into cars with different guys from the window. Laura, who was three years younger than me, never got it, but I knew what my mum was up to.

It had both good and bad things in it. I got many different kinds of action toys, water guns, and sometimes a book. My sister bought all the Barbie dolls she saw in ads and one year she even got an Overly Kitchen Bake. The toys were in a big glass case that my mum had used for food before. She did this to make sure we went to bed and sometimes as a punishment. I would sneak my toys back out after she went to sleep. However, Laura was too short to reach the handle and open the case, which made me tease her all the time.

But there was also a bad side to this. People told each other that my mum was a whore, and I got into a lot of fights at school. I started to dislike going to school in general, but I thought it was a good…