My little story

From where should I begin? Perhaps from that dark chapter of my life when hope was but a distant memory, and the will to live seemed to slip through my fingers like sand. I had no motivation to continue, no family to turn to. My every thought was consumed by the grim anticipation of death, praying fervently to God for release. I longed to see my family's smiles again, to hear their laughter, to bask in the warmth of their voices. How could one person be so cursed, so utterly forsaken, to lose every single family member in a single, devastating instant? The rest of my life loomed before me, a vast, empty stretch of solitude, all because of a drunk truck driver who escaped justice with barely a slap on the wrist.

Losing hope is a crushing experience, the weight of which is unbearable. Yet, it is infinitely worse when that burden falls upon the fragile shoulders of a 14-year-old. Allow me to share with you the details of my little story.