Have you ever had a moment in your life where it seems like the rug as just been pulled out from beneath your feet. Where your whole world just crashes and burns around you and nothing you do can stop it. That's what happened to me when the truck hit my parents head on. That's what happened to me when I answered the phone and the police told me that my parents hadn't even made it to the hospital. That's what happened to me when I realised that it was my fault that they were even in the car in the first place. And that's what happened to me when my younger brother and I got shipped to Australia to live with some distant relatives. And that's what happened to me when I realised that my so called uncle isn't all that loving.
Moving to another town is hard enough, but moving to another country is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Saying good bye to the childhood memories made in the family room with my younger brother, Tucker. To the multiple 'I love you's' shared with my parents and the few 'I hate you's' yelled out in anger. And saying hello to a new home on the other side of the world is painful. Moving in with people that I've only met once before in my life is near torture. And having to pretend that I'm normal and perfectly fine is excruciatingly painful, especially when my life started to crash 6 months ago and it still hasn't burnt out.
My name is Etta Gordon and this is the story of how I watched my life crash into little shards of glass around me and how I could do nothing to stop it. It's also the story of how someone who loses everything they have can come back from the destruction of their life and still be standing.