(n.) the fear of being in; falling in love the last thing i remember was a gunshot. 'amy!' something says in my mind. it's my mom. my dad... i can barely remember anything. 'your dad shot my arm, then shot his stomach, honey. i'm sorry.' 'what is going on' i say, later realizing what had happened. i was 7 then. little but i knew what was going on. 'amy. it's for the best,' she says exiting the hospital doors. 'mommy!' i said loudly. she didnt reply. the next 10 years hurt. i was switched from foster to foster home. untill i wound up with the hendersons.All Rights Reserved