i'm regina twigg's brother. there was four of us. regina and myself. >> my mother used to sing to us. and she loved us very much. she was a good, good mother. what happened to her, she did not deserve. homer gibbons was my biological dad. and he was a chronic alcoholic. >> my father was a big brute. 6'6", 6"8", 300, 350 pounds. he was a heavy drinker. and my mother was very small and skinny. and he just he abused her. >> he didn't want the responsibility of us, so he accused my mother of being mentally ill. and he just dragged her off to a mental institution. and she was not mentally ill. >> i just remember us sitting in the back seat, and they took her out of the car. screaming and crying for her children. that is forever etched in my memory. >> regina and her siblings were placed in a children's home. >> i remember laying in a crib-like bed looking up at the ceiling, it was very lonely. it was just like -- we were kind of just there. >> was a brick building and i remember looking out the window at the river, wondering what was out