People called her mother a home wrecker, a whore, someone who did not know her place and got what she deserved. After all she had a child with an already married man who also happened to be her boss. They did not see her mother for what y to do with her at a young age. Alone with nothing but her memories of her mother she survived until one fateful night she was deceived. That night was when she let go of any feelings of attachment she had for her "family". It was also the night where her journey began. This story is my own and is also my first attempt at writing a novel so please bare with me.