Who was going to take care of me? I needed my mother so much that it made it hurt more. Nothing was right, and it didn’t seem like it would ever be right again. Why did I have to get my heart crushed? I could imagine telling Sierra how I felt and her looking at me and telling me my life was perfect, or that if someone like me got hurt, there was no hope. Beauty meant nothing in love. I wanted a free pass for once; didn’t life owe me something?