Your father was blind, frail, and short. Youhad two siblings. You were out picking flowers for your mother to put into one of her lovely vases, but when you came inside you were greeted with your families bodies bleeding on the floor and your “blind” father holding a knife and staring at the bodies with perfectly fine vision! As he turned to you fearfully he dropped the bloodied knife and raised his hands to his shoulders, lying shamelessly.

“It wasnt me my dear! It was these hands you see!!”