The day my life changed seems like only a memory, maybe a dream. I was only 2 years old. Running around in the gym seemed only like a visit at Titi and Uncle Rob’s house, not the ending of my old life and the beginning of my new one. I ran around, jumping and rolling on the mats, not a care in the world. But I couldn’t understand why mommy was so sad. “We’re all together,” I thought. “Why is mommy sad?” It just didn’t make any sense. Her tears slipped my mind as my sisters took turns swinging on the rope swing. How I wanted nothing more than to be able to do that. I couldn’t wait to be their age, being able to swing on the rope swing, to play on the big girl mats. This jealousy kept my mind off of my mother’s unusual sadness. Finally nighttime settled in, it was time to leave. Wait, why did Sammy and Lacey get into the car? Why am I not going with them? Why is Mommy crying and hugging me? Why is she saying she’s sorry? And that she’ll come back to me soon? Why is the white car driving away? Did I do something wrong? Why is my life leaving me here, all alone with these people? I’m sorry I was so bad, mommy. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Please stop crying mommy. I promise I’ll be better. Please don’t leave me here.
 But she left, and she never came back. I’m 16 now, and to this day I have yet to hear the real truth to why I was left alone. I’ll never understand why I was the one to get left behind. But I realize now that it was for the better. Without that, I wouldn’t be as strong as I am. I wouldn’t have the friends and the family I have today. I wouldn’t be me. I’ve always imagined what my life might be like, in the other world. In the other world where I wasn’t left behind, the one where we were all together as a family. But then I snap back into reality, accepting who I am, and forgetting who I could have been.
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