The day starts like every other day, I woke up with the sounds coming from the kitchen and the smell of freshly brewed coffee makes me hungry and gives me enough energy to I get up, get dressed and start my day, I notice my mother approaching my room, I could hear the crackling in the floor and I knew that sound was not a good thing , she looked at me and said: pack your bag. I look at her with surprise in my eyes and ask her: What do you mean mom about packing my bag and she looks at me with sad but firm eyes and I understand that she doesn't have the intention to explain anything to me and just gave me her orders and leave and that's what she did, she gave me the luggage and left my room closing the door quietly. I was always a well-behaved child, an example to my siblings, of course I was a princess, so I accepted my faith and packed my bags after heading to the living room where my mother and a lady with short curly hair, beautiful green eyes and well dressed, she was holding in her arms a baby with chubby reddish cheekbones and curly brown hair tied with a white ribbon and dressed in a flowery pink dress and, surrounded by two little boys who keep touching each other, they looked at each other for me, I was four or five years old,