It was one of those days that I knew would be horrible. Not that anyone suggested to me that anything bad would happen; it was just something about the cloudy, dreary weather that sent shivers up and down my spine telling me that nothing good would come of this day. I was only eight years old when it all happened, but I still remember every little detail like it happened yesterday. As I was growing up, I knew that the way we lived was very different than most people. When I stayed at a friend's house, I finally had a chance to relax and be happy. In my house people were constantly arguing and yelling at each other. That Saturday started out like a normal morning. I woke up wearing my favorite pink bathrobe that my grandfather had given me for my birthday a few days earlier. I ran to the pantry and grabbed the Reese's Puffs like they wouldn't have been there if I had waited another second to get them. I was starving, it felt like my entire house was engulfed in the scent of peanut butter and chocolate. At least that was all I could pay attention to. After pouring cereal into a bowl, I followed my usual morning ritual of sitting on the big brown couch in the living room and watching every show on TLC that had anything to do with kids. A couple of hours later my sister woke up looking like she had just stepped out of a wind tunnel. Her hair was all over the place, and sadly, her makeup wasn't in the best shape. As usual we argued. “Veronica, you always wake up too early and watch TV at the same volume as an almost deaf old grandfather! And you always wake me up!" my sister screamed. "That's not even possible, Naomi! You're sleeping downstairs. There's no way... middle of paper... on my lap like I'm still as big as a newborn, rocking me forward and back, while I was wrapped in my favorite blanket. As soon as she told me she was leaving, the tears came flooding in. I didn't want her to leave me, I was afraid she would never come back , I need you with me. What will happen next time I get sick? You will not even be here to make me feel better!” My mom didn't say anything and just gave me a kiss on the forehead and stood up and laid me down gently on the floor. We went down together and she sat both my sisters down and said to us, "I love you both very much and I will call you both every day and come visit you as much as possible." Neither my sister nor I said anything because we couldn't stop crying long enough to talk. My mother went upstairs and packed a bag. She said goodbye once again and went out the door.