I woke up to the sound of my sweet mother screaming. I was 3-years old and still in diapers so I wasn't quite sure what was going on, so I started to scream and cry, wetting my bed every now and then. I then suddenly heard the sound of a gunshot....and like that, my mother was dead.
And that was then all hope of my life was captured from me. It was always me and my mom against the world ever since my father went into the military and died...
My mother is all I had. Then all at once, my mother was tooken from me. And I left alone in my bed crying, screaming, sad, and alone..... But that's just the tip of the iceberg.

~A week later~
A young couple over heard me screaming and crying, wanting my diaper to be changed. They came in and found me and took me in as they're own. And they raised me up into a, selfless, strong young teenager.