One year later.......

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I remember this day as if it were yesterday. I was on my way home after school and stoped in my street because I saw a bunch of cops and reporters covering the street.

I later found out that they were around my house  so I snuck in through the backstreet in order to crawl under the fence into my house. As I entered the backstreet tow guys ran in the opposite direction of my house and never looked back, so I went into my house only to find a pool of blood on the floor and then I went further into the living room and saw the most gruesome thing, my parents laying on the ground with a lot of blood around them. (Trust me, no fucking 3 year old is supposed to see that shit) as I walked in I saw two paramedics trying to find a heartbeat in my parents. A third paramedic walks in and sees me standing there he immediately ran toward me and embraced me. I began to cry and since I had no family in Spain I was sent to a foster home where I thought I'd be safe but with in months I hated it because I was bullied, mocked and humiliated by the other orphans after that I told people to stop calling me Angel and I changed it to Angelo.

Six months later...

I couldn't stand the abuse, bullying and insanity so I ran away from the orphanage and lived on the streets for 2 years. I had no food, no friends, no family and no home I was nothing until one day a man walked past me in a hurry and accidentally dropped his plane ticket and I ran after him  and caught him and gave the ticket to him he thanked me and offered that I go and live with him and his girlfriend.

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