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 **The Wrong Path ** It all started one Tuesday morning, while my mom and my dad were arguing in their room. I was changing to go to school and I heard my mom crying, I asked her what was wrong she said “ay mija pues tu papa se va ir de la casa, nos vamos a divorsiar” I can’t believe it, my parents are getting divorced! Once I heard that I felt the whole world fell on top of me, I couldn’t believe I was going to be a 12 year old without a father who would give me good advice.

I started crying and didn’t want to go to school, but I had to. On my way to school some guys came up to me and asked me “u wanna blaze it or what?” I didn’t know what they wanted so I just said “foo’ sho” trying to act all cool. I started to go through the alley and then down to the street, 5 minutes later, I started to get high with my new homies. I realized I had ditched school; it was my first time ditching school, so I got nervous. I tried to run back to my house but the guys didn’t let me go, they were holding me so hard I couldn’t even breathe. As much as I tried I couldn’t get away. They took me to this abandoned house where there were a lot of guys smoking. They tied me up and started touching me, I screamed and screamed but as much as I screamed no one heard me.

Like at 5:00 A.M. I woke up and noticed I was in the streets, I didn’t see anybody outside, and so I just started crying. It was cold and dark. I looked at myself and noticed all my clothes were ripped, I couldn’t remember what had happened. I tried to walk back home but I didn’t remember my address or what color my house was. I wondered if my mom would be worried looking for me. I tried to walk to a blue house, as I knocked an old lady opened the door “how may I help you? What happened to you come inside look at you, your clothes is all ripped, what happened to you? Where do you live” “I don’t know (IDK), IM NOT SURE, I JUST WOKE IN THE STREETS AND I DON’T REMEMBER ANYTHING,” I said with tears coming down my eyes. She said I could stay in her house until we found out what happened.

As I was going to sleep next to a drawer, I found a card with the name of Cecilia Gonzales and this number at the top of the card it said “The Money Maker- The main manager of the company,” once I read that I felt something in my heart that made me react. I went running to the old lady and showed her the card, she said, “oh yea I work in that job, she’s my manager but she’s not coming back until one month. She went searching for her daughter. “THERE IS A POSSIBILITY THAT SHE CAN BE MY MOM,” I told her. My heart was pumping faster and faster each and every minute I talked to her. In that minute I remembered what had happened and when I left my home, I told her the whole story and she said “LESLIE YOU’RE THE DAUGHTER OF MY JEFA!” I told her if she could call her, and she did, but she didn’t answer.

Later on we called her again and I heard, “hello” with a sad voice once I heard that I jumped of gladness and said “mom, mom this is Leslie, when are you coming back?” “Right now in this instant what happened to you?” I don’t want to talk, hurry up I’m at your workers house.” The next morning as I was sleeping I saw my mom in the side of the bed, as I opened my eyes I started crying with her. She asked me what had happened and I told her the whole story, and she said we were going to sue those guys. Since I knew who they and where they lived.

Once we called the police, my mom and I took the cops to the garage where the guys were and they got arrested. Since that day my mom and I never separated again and that same day my dad came back from Iraq and we lived happily ever after showing some love.