Annelyn MartinFifteen years ago..."Stay quiet!" My mother said as she dragged me by the arm into a chilling building. I didn't want to go. Even though I had never been in that place before, I knew it. I knew what it was about, even though back then I was only six years old."Mom, please... Don't leave me here," I whimpered, scared. Selfishly, she ignored me, continuing to pull me. I could barely keep up with her strides; she walked quickly with her long legs, as if she were running from something. And indeed, she was running from the responsibility of being a mother."I can't stay with you. I wasn't made for this!" With brutality, she released my red and sore arm. "You'll get a new family. Real parents. And if you're lucky, you'll have a better mother than me."The woman with long black hair, a well-sculpted body, and a downcast expression opened the designer bag she carried on her left shoulder, taking out some documents from inside."Take these. Give them to whoever comes to pick

Annelyn Martin"Where the hell were your heads? How could you do such a thing? Have you lost your minds?" my mother exclaimed incredulously, her voice raised, as she looked at me and Amelie, both drenched. "You've always been responsible, never gotten into trouble. And all of a sudden, you decide to get wasted to the point where you need to be escorted by the police?""The police weren't exactly because of the drinks, Aunt... It was because of the rain," Amelie tried to justify. However, this only increased my mother's anger."If you two had stayed in the hotel like I told you, none of this would have happened!" she said, even more upset, running her hands through her face. "Do you even think about what will happen if Mrs. Callaghan finds out that the police brought you home drunk? Huh?" She looked at us. "Did it not occur to you that this could get you kicked out of the hotel? Without a job and without a place to live!"The downside of living in your workplace was that if you got fir