My story starts 10 years back. I was only 12 and quite happy. I’ve loved my age, home, and everything about that moment in time. I had many friends, always being supported, and applauded. It was the morning, close to the afternoon. I was in my backyard helping my dad with day to day chores. It was getting colder and my dad told me to wait for him inside the house. As I decided to follow my father’s guidance, I noticed something… A van was pulling up right beside the house across the street. “Come here,” she told me. The phone rang three times before someone picked up. “Mom?” I asked.