My life was not normal compared to other girls. Though it is a little vague, I still remember my childhood. I was considered to have a I.Q of 180. I had built the Eiffel Tower put of blocks when I was just a baby. I was no more than two years old when it happened. It caused my life to change drastically. My parents and I were walking at a local park next to our apartment. It was their day off from work that day. When we decided to leave, a big white van pulled up by us and a group of three men came out and grabbed us. They put a white cloth, with something smelly on it, over our noses. It made us fall asleep for a while. When I woke up, I saw a lot of things: There was a man was raping and molesting my mother while another was holding her down to keep her from fighting back. My father was tied to a chair facing the scene with my mother to witness it. Then he was mercilessly tortured. Then they were roped onto the bed. They were shot in the abdomen several times and the head only a few times by who I thought was the boss. Never would I have thought that he was a man of great power until…..but we’ll get to that later.

When they were satisfied that my parents were dead, they left. Meanwhile, I was tied to a chair that was placed just so then I would witness all that had happened. After a couple of minutes, the police came. They untied me when they saw me after they came in and asked me about what happened to my parents. Before I even said anything I started to cry and cry and cry. I didn’t think I’d ever stop. I have loved my parents dearly. Then they found a tape of what happened by my parents’ bodies, but, unfortunately, shadows had hid all their faces. I felt so lonely like never before. I left the orphanage that I was put into to start-to-start my life over and it did with drastic results.