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When I was fourteen years old, I felt helpless. My loving foster mother Maria had just died of sickness. I did not know what to do as my heart was broken. It was the first time that I felt a heaviness inside my chest that I thought I was literally breaking in half. Grief had been a stranger to me, until then. I did not know what to do. Never have I thought that life was cruel. Just as I felt that fate had given me something to cherish, it had taken it all away. I knew I was alone and nobody would rescue me. I knew no one would save me from the pain that I was feeling. The system came and reassigned me to another home, telling me that everything will be alright. I didn’t believe them as I was certain that a bunch of strange kids and abusive adults would only add to my torment. And I was p