In 2018, my life changed for the worse. I was 12, and nothing less than the typical want-to-be-popular kid in Middle School. I made sure to dress, talk, and act the same way as everyone in hopes of becoming one of the popular kids, until one day, my life changed forever, all because of the worst thing a child could imagine, my father became incarcerated. It was a warm summer morning with the warmth that made you excited to be awake. I was just getting ready to start my day which typically began with running downstairs to greet my newborn sister and helping my father's girlfriend take care of my sister while my father was at work—except today, my morning started with a knock on my bedroom door that will forever be in the back of my mind. "This is the police, please put your hands in the air," echoed the sounds of the police officer as I opened my door. My heart felt like it had sunk to the bottom of my body. All I could think of was my baby sister, who was still downstairs. As I walked out of my room, I was greeted by even more police officers asking for my electronics, such as my phone and my tablet and then I was directed outside where my father's girlfriend stood there, hands behind her back, in handcuffs. The rest of the day was a blur until I was home with my mother who had come to get me from my father's house. An unfamiliar white car pulled into the driveway and sheer panic overturned my body. Child Protective Services was here to talk to us about what was happening. That's when I found out that while at work, my father also got arrested and there was a no-contact order between me and him because of the horrendous crimes he and his girlfriend had committed. I can never look at my dad the same after that day. Months go by and many news articles later, that little 12-year-old girl who wanted so badly to be popular, was now afraid to show her face at school. The whispers I felt on the first day back to school as I walked the hallways, the weird looks and pitty I endured every day quickly began to negatively impact me, both mentally and emotionally, to where I felt my only option left was to reach out for help. I began counseling which did not help me and suddenly, my depression began to get worse. It soon began to sink in that my father would never be at another sporting event, my graduation, my wedding, or meet his grandchildren. Because of his selfishness, my siblings and I are fatherless and have an empty piece of our hearts forever. We are left to hopefully be able to naviagte without a father figure in which negatively affects development in any and all children. Everyday we are left picking up the broken pieces of our lives in hopes to restore the damage he that has been caused.