The day starts like any other day, I wake up with noises coming from the kitchen and the smell of freshly brewed coffee which makes me feel hungry and with enough energy to get up, get dressed and start the day, I notice my mother approaching my room, I could hear the crackling of 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 by giving me the bag and she looks at me with sad but firm eyes and I understand that she has no intention of explaining anything to me and just gives me her orders and left and did so, he gave me my bags and left my room closing the door silently. I have always been a well-behaved child, an example for my brothers and sister, 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 hair and curly hair, beautiful green eyes and well dressed, she was holding in her arms a child with plump reddish cheekbones and curly brown hair tied with a white ribbon and dressed in a pink flowered dress and, surrounded by two little boys who never stop touching each other, they were watching as if I were four to five years old,