Hey, Im Chris. My first bed was located under my families kitchen table somewhere in Mexico. Then my next bed was shared with my mother in a little apartment in Indio California. My mom tried her best to keep food on the table, keep me warm, and keep a roof over my head. I was only 2 when my mother got deported back to Mexico, thrown into the foster care system, to be with some random family who was getting paid to "watch" me. My memory only really extends out to when i was about 7, still with the same family. But now we weren't in the foster home anymore, they were my parents now. Then one day my dad came to me crying, and he told me that my mom down in Mexico wanted me back. They had no choice, so I had to go. My brother Bodey held onto me for 20 minutes, he kept asking, "why?! why?! why?!". There I am, back in Mexico with my biological family. Most of them didn't pay any attention to me, I wasn't in school anymore which sucked, and I didn't have my own room anymore. A couple weeks went by and my mom said that she can't take care of me anymore, so I thought it was right back to the foster home for me. But 2 days later, my family from America was there to pick me up. Everyone was crying, but they gave me a new phone so I could talk to my mom whenever I want. So we went back to California, but since i was so young I really didn't know where HOME, actually was. There was a lot of back and forth my whole life, so it took me a long time to realize where home really was. I love my biological mom, and she loves me, but my home was here with my brother and parents. Even though my brother Bodey was 2 grades in front of me, we we're only 1 year apart, but thats because I didn't start school until I was 7 years old. It was funny because although my mom was hispanic, I guess my dad was white because I looked a lot like my brother. Anyways, fast forward to my Junior year of high school. I was now 18 and was going to turn 19 during my senior year, it was sometimes weird being older than my classmates, but it also kinda cool & I always reminded my friends I'd be able to drink before them. My brother went on Vacation with our grandparents to a place called Chernarus, and my parents and I were in Florida looking at houses since our dad got a promotion with a catch; as in you need to move to Florida. My mom then wanted to surprise my brother and her parents by going out to see them before they flew out, and also because she wanted to see where her grandparents and mom grew up. We landed at the area called Krasnostav, and we were going to rent a car and go along the coast checking out the beaches on our way to Chernogorsk where my brother & grandparents were staying. Then all of a sudden as were passing a big factory we see people running from other people screaming. My dad pulls over and tells us to stay in the car, my mother of course gets out as well and tells me not to get out. I never, not once, saw my parents again. After a couple of hourse hunkered down in the backseat I quietly get out of the car, and start to creep around the area. I ended up in a town south of the factory, found a water source, found a couple cans of food. Fast forward three weeks, I was looking & looking & looking for my parents, my grandparents, and my brother. My brother was my best friend, I looked up to him, he was a likable person so I most definitely thought he'd be with some people in a settlement, and was safe. I then found the town that he was supposedly at with my grandparents before everything went to hell. I looked in every building complex in that huge city for any sign of him.. I then find a note at the Statue that overlooked the city. My heart sunk as I instantly knew it was his writing, it said, "If you find this, its ya boy Bodey. If we've met before, awesome, and Im glad we met. If we haven't met before, awesome, we weren't supposed to meet. Now I have made a lot of mistakes, any of my friends from the mechanic shop could tell you that. Especially Kenny & Jason. I never meant any harm, I just have a loud mouth, and Im very defensive over the people I love & care about. Now a lot of my mistakes/loud mouth moments got my friends and I into a lot of shit. But I always did my best to get us out the those situations. See now the unfortunate thing is, is that this situation I'm in, isn't even my fault. These contractors have something personal against me, and because of that.. They've been threatening my friends & the wolfpack. This is what is going to get me killed after everything else I went through, crazy huh? Anyways, I'm turning myself in tomorrow. So that my friends.. scratch that, family, can move on and stay safe. This statue was my little place I went to when I went off alone for a while, so since i'll be off, well, forever now. I thought so should this note. If you find this, just leave it here for the next person to read. Bro-dey.. out." As I finished reading it, all I could think to myself was,"God damn it Bodey, you are a stubborn loud mouth bastard". But I guess that's where I get it from right? I was devastated, but at the same time.. I knew he was ok with going out this way. So what now right? No sign of anyone else from the family, so I guess it was my turn to represent for the two of us.