In 2010, when I was only 12 years old, my father had a heart attack. I was devastated, what was I supposed to do without my father at such a young age if I lost him like this Soon I would have no one to hold me when I got hurt, no one to give me advice when I made mistakes. mistakes and even less, I wouldn't have anyone to walk me down the aisle. My worst fear was coming true. I was losing the one person I admired to the one man who knew all of my hopes and dreams and now he wouldn't be there for me. I started to fear not only losing him, but also a part of myself, so I did the only thing I knew how to do at the moment. Therefore, I attacked not only my family, but also everyone around. The members started, even when I was running away from home. At that time no one could help me, not even my family, because I didn't want help, all I wanted was for my father to be like before all this happened, but the truth is this couldn't happen, he was lying in a hospital bed, dying, fighting for his life while I was ready to fight with the world....