How would you feel if the first nine years of your life was a lie. Kidnapped isn't the word you want to hear when you are only twelve.

It was the day before my third birthday as my mom says. My brother and I were abduced by a women named Mary. We lived on the run for nine years. I could never make friends or get close to anyone. I moved through 28 states and was never the same.

Everyday I would get talked down to. I was worthless. I was stupid. I would never find love. I told myself, that she would alswys burn alive. I din't mean it, but I hurt so much from what she has been doing to me and my brother.

We were told we diedn't have family and that our mother was dead.In the year of 2008, she died. I went into foster care for quite some time and never found a real home.

The day before thanksgiving, I was twelve. I had finally found out I had family and that my mother was alive. I came home and lived my life even though I had a rough life, I have been making it through this one.