After I was released from hospital, I was escorted back home to have my things packed. Everything was real, they were gone, they were really gone.

I saw them remove the furniture in our home, and put it in a huge truck that was parked outside my house. The photos are the only things that I got to keep, those were the only photos of my family

Looking back, the only thing I remember is being mean and disrespectful to them. I lost the people that meant everything to me, even though I didn’t appreciate what they did.

I know that I disappointed them, but I really didn’t expect them to leave me so soon.

I entered my room, and started sobbing uncontrollably again.

“Mama, papa, I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done, forgive me mi familiar. I miss you guys. Come back please, I cannot live without you.”

Staring at the photo frame, I cried even harder. Knowing that no one is here for me now, now I’m completely alone.

I refuse to be put in an orphanage, or a foster home where I will be raised be strangers. They would probably treat me like crap, they wouldn’t love me like mama and papa loved me. I want them back, I would trade my life for theirs if I could.