As a young child it was very difficult to know that losing a father is something I could not accept. Every time I saw father and son playing sports made me jealous and I started to envy them. I kept asking myself why me? But I had to grow up on my own and it was difficult because my mother decided to marry for the second time and then I had to deal with an abusive stepfather. Over the years I endured but only to escape and decided to run away without knowing where I would be. But because of my dream being in Heaven and meeting God and His Son Jesus Christ, I did not lose hope and I developed my ability to believe in God and myself. I was able to manage all the hardship but I had to go through all the trials and endurances. At the end I really beat the odds and I finally better myself with the guidance of all the beautiful people I met along the way. I thank all of them for all the good things they have done for me. I knew that God wanted me to live my life to the fullest and always pray to be happy.