Let me tell you a story of a long time ago. I was about five years old. I remember what I wore that day. Skippies, jeans, and a white tee with a jean jacket. It was a normal day. We were just going out for a normal stroll. I was taken to what looked like a cathedral. I walked around as any child would, who felt safe. Free and oblivious. But somethings about this place that were were about to enter I took note of. The building was old and abandoned on the outside, but when we stepped into the place, the windows were stained glass. They were beautiful and full of color. Mother sat me at a table to eat a bowl of cereal while she engaged with a tall man. My interest at that moment was t he bowl which was made of bamboo, and in it was my favorite cereal with milk. I began to eat as mother stepped away with grandma and my seven year old brother. Mother was to my right, my far right. I could see her through my peripheral ...