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I was born in the city of Kibbutz. My father was a bartender and my mother was a baker, but she gave up her job to spend time with me. She taught me everything I knew until I went to middle school.She would always take care of me and her voice would always relax me. My father became part of the senate when I was 5, and would be at work the entire day. Although he couldn't spend time with me, he tried to make up for it by assuring I would have a good life.

One day, my mother was murdered. I was 13. I was about to leave for school when I heard my mother scream, and I ran back inside and I saw the robber fleeing the house with all the valuables. Some other citizens heard her scream too. They tried to save my mother but it was too late. My dad was always busy with the senate, he didn't find out until he came back home, at midnight

I went to the best college in the entire country and finished top of my class. But I was still sad about the day my mother died so the happiness died quickly

One day, a merchant visited our town, but his prices were steep. I told him about it, but as a response he insulted my mother and I was still not over her death, so without thinking, I attacked him. He didn't see it coming so he didn't put up much of a fight, and I killed him.I then decided I would run away from Kibbutz, to save the people that had took care of me since my mother passed away from myself.I still regret what I had done, and I wish I could return to Kibbutz, but it's too late now.I must survive by my own, who knows, maybe I will return to Kibbutz and maybe I will be happy again one day.