**When a child is young they are taught to listen to their parents and trust that they know what’s best for them. I trusted mine. I didn’t know any better. I was five.**

**Memories of that night haunt me as I lay in my bed on the day of my 18th birthday. It’s been twelve years since I lost both of my parents in what I like to call “the incident”. Twelve years of wondering why I was** the only luc...