One day after being in this different church for about 3 years, our parents called all us kids to a family meeting. My dad was good putting a positive spin on everything that could ever happen. So with this family meeting, he was able to help us see what he saw.
My dad explained how a family no longer had a dad, and they were alone and asked how we felt about helping them. Obviously, after the way my dad put it, we all wanted to help this poor family that needed a dad.
Next thing we all knew, this new to us family of 5 was now part of our family, and was living in our basement. They had their own kitchen and living space, but we ate our meals together, and prayed together. My mom and "Aunt" took turns cooking, we were soon as much like siblings as you could hope.
We fought over waking up first to get the TV first on Saturday mornings, and anything else that normal siblings would fight about.
As far as all our friends and neighbors were concerned, they were our "cousins" and "Aunt" that were living in our basement.
It was hard, and uncomfortable to try to explain, but we managed, and as far as I know all our friends believed it and never asked questions. Life seemed pretty normal aside from our little secret.
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