I watched in horror as my mom dumped my luggage in my Aunt's apartment, told me not to follow her and never let her see my face ever again. My name is Pierra Pierce from New York City born to an American dad and a French mom.Ever since I can remember my family has been nothing but full of beautiful and amazing people, my mom a seamstress from Paris and my dad a successful director of a high tech international company so I did not really have a taste of real life poverty all was well,I was doted on by my parents, pampered by my Aunt (my mother's sister) My father was an only child born to wealthy farmers with a life full of hope he wanted me to have the same. My dad took me to work once because it was take your Kid to work day and I was super excited to meet new kids but Unfortunately not many came but I did make one friend if I remember correctly his name was Pierre Fruston, he was funny and easy to talk with. After dad's shift we hopped into the car my head feeling heavy from all the cupcakes I had eaten,dad noticed and asked me to wait in the car in other for him to get me paracetamol from his office.so I did but minutes after he had gone in I heard a strange man talking on his phone 🙀📱 asking if the man was in his office,I was confused at first and decided to mind my business but when he said the target was looking for something in a first aid kit I froze and without thinking I got out of the car and ran towards the company building 🏢 but before I could reach the entrance there was an explosion 💥,it was so bad that the wind 🌬️ carried me to the back of a our car making me hit my head so hard that I fainted. when I woke up I was in a hospital 🏥 bed, with trembling hands and feet I managed to get out of the ward and down the hallway I almost fell but a nurse caught me just in time and called another nurse asking her to inform my mother that I was awake but all that was on my mind was the whereabouts of my father.That was where my pain, agony and grief started just a Eight years old girl with a single mom and no daddy. My life was shattered but I was not a give up my dad's advices always gave me hope but my mom was still hooked up with Dad's death so much that she completely forgot about herself and in the midst of all that chaos she lost her job. I tried to understand and be there for her but she shuts me out every time so I started selling candies 🍡🍭🍬at our doorstep cause I did not know how long Dad's savings will keep us going meanwhile the neighbors were nice to me and gave me food for free sometimes but Mom never took it as kindness she would always say "They do it out of pity and mock us when no one is looking,stop accepting gifts from them they might be our enemies and cursed our happy home 😡". Honestly I understood her and I also know she was still traumatized but I could not do anything to help but sell candies and pray for her. The holidays were almost over and I had to start middle school 🏫,I was worried whether I would be able to go considering our current situation so I tried talking to Mom "mom" I said with a gentle voice, a bit of fear but steady "Our vacation is almost over and I would be starting middle school soon please I need a few things could you "but I stopped talking as my mom turned to look at me with a very cold expression I had never seen on her face before, she stared at me as if possessed, my hands trembling in fear as I took a step back one after another. Now I had managed to reach the entrance of her room and looked at her then she finally spoke" Pierra do you see me crying pearls out of my eyes? do you see me bathing in luxury? do you see your father anywhere? Where were you when he died? were you not with him? You should have gone with him instead of staying here and being a burden on me why?huh! why are you here? what do you want? have you not done enough or you want to kill me too? huh!" mom's words were like a sharp sword 🗡️ piercing my heart 💓 I stepped back in fear my body weak from constant malnourishment and then I saw her make a phone call 🤙 I stopped at the entrance as I listened in disbelief " hello police 🚨 there's a murderer in my house standing at my doorway targeting me please come get her out!!!! she shouted but the man just hung up on her and she turn to me with a slight smirk and said " You see even the police are afraid 😣 of you, how can a child kill her own father" for a moment I believed her and a heavy weight of guilt crept into me but I looked at her shook my head and spoke " No mom I didn't do anything" she gave me a weird look and said I can not stay in the same house with a murderer, pack your things you are going to stay with your aunt and before I knew it we were at Aunt Lydia's house the house was shabby and creepy but my mom only threw my luggage 🧳 on the floor leaving me in the cold and chilly weather ☁️ I looked at her frantically as I made my way to the front door🚪.After sometime I knocked but no one answered, I thought ...