Anais Ruiz: I stand in a stage , lights flash at me , a microphone is in my hand and I feel butterflies in my stomach. "This is my chance" I say in my mind and then I hear my mom yelling at me to get her , her drugs . I wake up wanting to cry but I do this every morning and my dream fades away I want to be back in my dream. My dad died in a car crash and Since then My mom has been involved with drugs she loved him, she loved him so much and so did I. Dad had always said I had the voice to sing and that's what I do dream to sing for my father and everything else. Now I walk towards the kitchen of our broken down apartment after we had owned a house mom couldn't support us. I open the drawer to where I find her mariguana .I grab it and it feels cold in my hand . I then see what my life has turned out to be , me holding mom's mariguana , a life of mines ruined I want my dad I want my mom to be normal and happy again. And then I feel my own warm tear drops ...