Have you ever had one of those days where nothing you do goes right and all the choices you make seem to blow up in your face, hurting the ones you love most and leaving you to pick up the pieces all by yourself? If you answered yes, which I am sure about 98.9% of you all have, then you will know how I feel at this moment. But as I sat on the lumpy motel bed, packing the few items I had with me into my rucksack, I felt my mind wander to what lead me to this moment in time.
*Rewind 3 months ago*
It was a typical day like any other. I had finished my shift at the local cafe, The Golden Tea Leaf and I was on my way to visit my mother when I got the call that I had been dreading for years. My father had been killed in what the cops called a robbery gone wrong while he was on his way home from work. This had caused my mother to sink into a state of depression and retreat into her own world where everything was perfect. I knew what my father did wasn't exactly safe but I knew the cops were lying. I didn't know how at the time but I just knew they were wrong. I remember making it to the front door, putting my key in the lock and falling to my knees in tears.