Some people choose a life of organized crime. While others are born into it. Those falling into the latter category at some point have a moment of reckoning when they realize something is a bit "different" about their family.
1.) From superawesomepossum:
When I was little my parents grew tomatoes, we had several long green houses full of tomato plants behind our house. It wasn't until a few years ago I was talking to my sister and she asked me if I could remember ever eating or even seeing a tomato come from those plants. ohhhhh.......
2.) From [deleted]:
My dad came home with a pretty bad hole in his shoulder and told me to dump rubbing alcohol on it. He said he tripped, but the hospital was "too expensive".
That and I didn't recognize the truck he came home in.