Holmby Park.Los Angeles California.Nathan.Are dates to impress the girl you like? According to my brother, yes. So why haven't I impressed Natasha one bit? From the first day I saw her I noticed a certain fear on her part towards my friends and me.Since when do I like Natasha? Arguably since she was a child. I saw her from afar, but being older than her and having no sisters, I thought she had a brother complex. She entered high school and I went to work far away, that's why we couldn't agree, we didn't get to talk or make friends.I didn't make myself known, I just walked away from her.I'm not going to deny that we came like thugs in a herd to greet their uncles and I understand their fear of us, but whenever we go to the restaurant it's the same. Sometimes we need normality and that's why we arrive, we sit down, we talk with his uncles for a while, we eat and we leave. The life that my friends and I lead is not easy at all. Breathing other airs, seeing other faces, thinking abo

Even if the years go by and you get hurt a lot...Never forget where you come from.August 11th of some year."Promise me that no matter how much noise you hear, you won't come out of hiding," he asked desperately, taking my hand."What's going on? Sasha, you're scaring me," my voice sounded agitated.I didn't get any answer, we just kept running for I don't know how long and stopped at a door. Sasha looked at me with pleading eyes for me to answer and with a squeeze on her hand, I gave her to understand that I would. He held tightly to it as he pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket. He opened the door after a few minutes and ushered me quickly into the dark place. He motioned for me to be quiet and go hide. He handed me the pocket knife that Grandpa had given him as a birthday present and leaving me alone, he closed the door very carefully so as not to make any noise."Where do I hide if everything is too dark and I can't see anything?", nervously I thought.Not even ten minutes ha

Is that my loving uncle?He can't be talking to me like that. I can't believe then that it's true everything that so-and-so message told me. I've lived deceived all this time and I've been with people so cruel to keep a secret like this.They are celebrating the death of a human being!"My brother saved my life, he can't have killed him like this!", I thought, with a lump in my throat.I lower my gaze and bring it to my hands that are shaking, wet and cold. I feel my heart pounding and my pulse feels like I'm running a marathon. I close and open my hands several times to try to get the blood circulating, for some reason I see them very white and maybe the coldness in them is due to lack of good circulation.Where are the others? I don't hear them and I don't see them either. What's wrong with my breathing? I'm running out of air and I'm having a hard time breathing.Am I dying?"Natasha!" I hear Nathan's voice in the distance.Where is he? I must look miserable in his eyes.Maybe he t

A few weeks later...This is simply ridiculous, unheard of, abnormal, out of this world and I don't know what other adjective I can put to what is happening to me. If overnight your whole perfect life starts to fall apart with so many lies, I don't think anyone would react in the nicest way.I will say the most cliché phrase that everyone on this earth knows."If you had told me months ago that I would be going through all of this I simply wouldn't believe it."Cliché, right?Well, I just don't understand why they had to lie to me. I was 7 years old and I didn't remember anything. To me it would all be true and it didn't cost them to tell me how I got here. To be honest with a child who despite having no memories could handle what they could tell me.They were my only truth after all.What could go wrong?I was a girl and I could fix everything by crying for a few days until I got over it. I don't belittle children by saying they cry, but it's easier to explain how we feel when we're

Olympia Medical Center.Larchmont Village- United States.Receiving that call brought my world crashing down. It felt like the drive from one state to another took forever, and two hours later Nathan, Danielle and I were arriving at a hospital in Larchmont. I was able to tell him what was happening before I started to feel anxious and lose my speech. He listened to me in my little panic attack and sat me in the car while he called Danielle to come with us.Neither of them said anything on the way to the hospital and I really appreciated it. I didn't and don't have words to describe how I feel right now. The whole trip Nate's warm right hand never left mine and he held it tightly.Right now I feel a little disoriented, but I know that if I'm with him, somehow I have a feeling that everything will be okay.As soon as he stopped the car in front of the hospital, I almost ran to the front desk to ask for my aunt. Every minute that passed without hearing from her was killing me. Nate and D