Now, I don’t know where to start; it’s so difficult to explain. Let me tell you the story of joy and how this changed my life…

It started off with a dark and dim day, no one was outside due to the bitter, cool weather. My house was snug and toasty but why did I not feel this way? Yep, you said it right, I was drowned with fear, sorrow and guilt. Really, I don’t know why I was guilty ‘cause I  did nothing wrong. Well, maybe it felt like I did, this feeling was only because of one thing. 

It was morning, and the sun shone right down onto my bed making the room feel bright and merry. Though, it was winter but it’s great having a scintillating sun shine on you. Yawing, I  dashed downstairs for my Saturday hashbrown, eggs and sausages. Nobody was there, the kitchen was empty, I slumped down to the floor and shut my eyes waiting for some luck. Opening my eyes in a split second, I thought to myself: maybe they're just really sleepy and haven’t woken up yet. 

Slowly stomping my way up the stairs, I opened the door to my parent’s room. They were gone, they had seemed to vanish. I knew it, since I was born, they didn’t love me. How could they just leave me ,so I can get kidnapped, is that it? I bet that was exactly their plan. Looks like I have to live up to 80 yrs old on my own, not a problem. Well, of course it was a problem, I was now all alone at home and I didn't have any money to survive. They really didn’t want me and that’s clear. A better option for them would be to tell me then send me to an orphanage. Wait a second, what if they didn’t leave me, maybe or just maybe. 

They’ve been stolen.