When I was just 15 years old, my heartless parents left me and my two younger brothers behind. We were forced to fend for ourselves and face the challenges of the world. It was a devastating time for us, but little did I know that this would be the catalyst for building a stronger and more resilient version of myself.

As my parents hastily packed their belongings, I could feel the fear and confusion gripping my heart. My brothers clung to me, seeking security in my arms. I assured them that we would be okay, even though deep inside, I wasn’t sure how we would survive on our own.

Child Services showed up at our doorstep, just as my father had warned. We were separated from each other and sent to different foster homes. The loneliness and longing for my brothers were overwhelming. I missed them deeply and wondered if they were safe and if they missed me too.

Life in the foster home was far from ideal. The Thompsons, our foster parents, made it clear that we were burdens rather than children in need of care. Their cold treatment and indifference made me yearn for a better life – a life where I could be free and reunited with my brothers.

Determined to escape the loveless environment, I made multiple attempts to run away. Each time I was caught and brought back, the Thompsons’ anger grew, and their neglect intensified. But I didn’t give up. I knew that I had to find a way to be with my brothers again.

Eventually, I found myself living on the streets, fighting for survival. Life was harsh and unforgiving, but I took on any odd job I could find to sustain myself. It was during this time that I faced a devastating setback – I discovered that my brothers had been moved to another state, and I had no idea where they were.

Despite the immense challenges, I never lost hope. I worked tirelessly, saving every penny I earned. I managed to enroll in community college, juggling work and studies. It was tough, but I was determined to create a better future for myself and my brothers.

Years later, with a business administration degree in hand, I found a job at a clothing retailer. I started from the bottom, but with my strong work ethic, I climbed the corporate ladder. My efforts didn’t go unnoticed, and I was promoted to store manager. It seemed like life was finally on the right track.

But just as I was settling into my new apartment, my parents showed up unannounced. They had the audacity to ask for my help, as if no time had passed and their abandonment had never occurred. Anger and frustration flooded through me.

In that moment, I made a choice – to stand up for myself and release the hold my painful past had on me. I told my parents exactly what I felt, handed them a small amount of money, and asked them to leave. It was a bittersweet moment of closure. I finally let go of the burden they had placed on me and embraced the freedom to create my own future.

Looking back at my journey, I am filled with pride and gratitude. I have built a life for myself against all odds, and I have learned the importance of resilience, determination, and self-belief. While the scars of my past remain, they serve as a reminder of the strength I possess.

So, what would I have done differently? Nothing. I wouldn’t change a single thing because every hardship and triumph has shaped me into the person I am today – a survivor who will always fight for what she believes in.