Hey Army!!
My name is Emilia Smith. When I was seven my mom was shot dead in my childhood home. I still recalled it like it happened just yesterday, its very vivid. I remembered when she woke me up and told me to go in the next room under the bed with my other siblings, and I did as I was told. I was a kid so I never really understood what was taking place, so I went to sleep again on the cold tile floor. The next morning I woke up and saw my mothers body on the floor, my siblings gathered around her and they tried waking her up but she would not move. I still remember the clothes she wore that night. A blue jeans and a purple blouse. After that whenever anyone asked me what my favorite color was, I'd say purple . Now years later I realized that purple was not my favorite color, I was just attached to that color, maybe even traumatized by it idk because thats the color my mom died in. Now I know for a fact that I do not have a favorite color. But now this whole BTS and purple thing is in my life right now, it still isn't my favorite color but I have come to like the color purple because of its meaning, because of Army and BTS.
After my mother died my aunt took us in. She moved us to a different parish, a place far away from my home, and I had to grow accustomed to my new surroundings. My mother always kept my siblings and I from her family because she never really trusted anyone. Idk why. So we started to live with my aunt. As the years went by my siblings slowly left, they left because they couldn't handle all the pressure that came with living with family. I mean my aunt was nice atleast that's what we thought. Over the years she started showing her real colors so my siblings left leaving me and my big brother behind.