My “perfect” family was shattered by a series of catastrophes beginning with my grandfathers’ death. That same day, Elizabeth ran away from home. Then, that same week, Norberto got deployed to Iraq. In that same month, Dayana and my mom got diagnosed with psoriasis, and suddenly I had no one to run to. Every single pound of dilemma was being served to me on a silver platter. When I would think back to how I would love going home to see my loving family, it just would add one more buckle to my knees and one more knot in my throat, because that memory was gone and I only had pictures of ghosts. I had my dad but he was as bad as me if not worse, how could I go to him? I refused to put my burden on him. At the age of 11 years old I had to mature to a 20 year old for the sake of my already shattered family, I had to be strong for everyone. To my surprise there was someone and she was my light in my dark, dark world. My school counselor was the one that helped me trough that gruesome year. She made my troublesome year go by faster with just her ears, her advice, and with her all around help. Norberto came back safe and sound, I thank God for that every day, he is my biggest hero. Elizabeth eventually came back. Dayana and my mom are still diagnosed but they’re much better without all that stress.