It hurts having to look back into the past, and not being able to remember the happy times but what hurts more is that they didn't exist.
It was a cold morning and my father had left to work. My mother and I had stayed in the garage we rented in my dad's uncles house. My mom decided to take a shower and woke me up to give her company, I was only 3 and sleepy and kept denying to get up. She then wrapped me in my blankets like a burrito and took me to the bathroom with her. As she was undressing my dad's uncles wife started screaming my mom rushed out the bathroom and i followed her crying. My dads uncle wife crying told my mom someone had broke into the garage but hadn't taken anything but a note saying they would be back. There was footprints on our pillows. As the police rushed into the house they made sure we were okay a took a report. Few days later the guys were caught. Ever since my mom locks the windows wood that prevents the window from opening more. That was probably the first time i saw my mother and my father crying. It was me who they wanted .. Me who was supposed to get kidnapped.
