LAURA'S FAMILY HOUSE
Laura's mother was on her knees at the front of their house with her hands clasped together pleading with the thugs.
"Please, I'm begging you!" Her voice cracked, strained due to several hours of pleading.
She shock in fear as she watched the thugs continue to throw out their belongings.
Laura's father sat in the dirt nearby with a bruised and bleeding face.
His eyes were hollow as he stared blankly at the ground unable to muster enough energy to fight back anymore.
He tried stopping them but the blows had been too much for him to bear.
Carlos, Laura's brother, was still fighting the thugs who were throwing their belongings out of their home.
He was young and strong but was no match for the group of men.
Two thugs held Carlos by the arms while another slamme
