You know as a little girl, I was always told,"Life is what you make it. If it doesn't turn out as planned, know you were in control."Yet, what if it was too late to fix it? What if good intentions turn bad and suddenly you're in a never-ending cycle of bad? This isn't a love story or how I came to be, but a story about never-ending pain and suffering. I held onto his lifeless body after hearing him say he loved me. I stroked his light red hair and watched as his eyes were no longer staring into a future. I failed and yet I did nothing to find the solution, just created more and more of the problem. I was the problem.My family is from Juarez, Mexico. A place with great food, but also so much sadness. The poverty is bad, the police are corrupt, and yet no one was doing anything about it. My father was raised in the Cartel life; never knowing anything else. Killing, kidnapping, drugs, and everything you've come to expect. Yet when he met my mother, she became his entire world. He feare
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