PerfectlyDisturbed

When I was just a child, my parents moved across the country, from a small farm house to a large mansion on the east coast. My father had won the lottery, and he wanted me and my older sister to have the best life imaginable. This mansion was the most peculiar mansion I had ever stepped foot in, and believe me, when you're rich, and only allowed to associate with others of equal wealth, you step into a great many mansions. My mother told me a story about this particular home. It was built by  five brothers who were given the land in their father's passing. The idea was to spend their days sharing a house as equally as they shared their father