I hold onto my baby sister as we run away from the mad house we were raised in.

The pouring rain falls down on us, as I do my best to hold on tightly to her.She crys with fear and distress, as I try to calm her down.

Luckily, I had grown up on this small island in the Caribbeans my whole life, and I knew it like the back of my hand.

Running just a little bit further down the beach. I found the empty palm tree hut that I had spent over a year buliding.

Once inside, I took out tue sheets that I had brought in my backpack and sat my sister on them.

Drying her down, she eventually stopped crying. To calm her down some more, I sat her in my lap and slowly rocked her.

After about 20 minutes past, her brown eyes shut tight and she fell asleep in my arms.

As for me I couldn't sleep at all. All I could do was just sit there and stare out at the rain.

No 20 year old girl, and especially a one year old little girl should have to go through what we were currently going through.

Sad thing is, life wasn't always this way...A year ago things were absolutely perfect...