I remember it like it was yesterday. My mom seemed to be in a big hurry, she was crying and throwing things into the trunk of the car. I asked her what was happening but all she said to me was, hurry up, get your little sister and get in, we’re leaving. Where are we going? I asked, but got no answer, she was not in the mood to talk. As I was getting my sister in the car, she saw that Mom was crying, so she started to cry as well. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I …