Prologue

"Mom you are crying." Her voice was tiny and confused as she stared curiously at her mom's tear-stained face.

She shook her head, despite her welling tears.

"No, I'm not." Then bent down so she was at eye level with her, while the little girl innocently gazed back at her mother. "No matter what you see, do not make any sound, you get me?" 

Her big eyes darted to her father's, who was nursing the gun wound on his leg as blood flowed from it seamlessly. Noticing her eyes on him, He managed a smile for her benefit.

"Is daddy going to be okay?" 

"Yes baby, yes he will be fine." Her mother coaxed.

"Remember if anything happens." She paused kissing her forehead, "Call Uncle Young, he will know what to do sweetheart."

"Would you come to get me?" She glanced at her mother with trust in her eyes.

 "I will."

She lied.

Seconds after, as she peeked from the wardrobe, Three men stormed into the house with rifles.

She watched them hurl her pregnant mother across the stairs, who had stood protectively in front of her husband, her head colliding with the hardwood and splitting into two, her brains pouring out, shuddered at the sound of each gunshot fired at her father's forehead repeatedly but she stayed still.

Her heart refused to believe what her brain already knew.

She stayed in there, in the dark wardrobe, shivering, her eyes wide with fear and teary. A newly orphaned 7 years old, armed with just a paper and on it was scribbled a number of an uncle that was talked about so much but never visited, hoping that her mom will stand up and come get her as she promised.