Something challenging I had to face at a very young age was losing my best friend, after losing her I was never really me and I felt like part of me was missing and it was. Carolina Alavazo was my best friend, we were inseparable and when we were together we only created memorable memories. Weeks before Carolina was deported I had noticed she was not the same, she had told me she was sad to see her parents fight and scared all the time but at that time both of us we didn’t know why. Next thing I know I am waiting for Carolina every morning in front of the school gate but she never once entered again. I had told my mom how worried I was of Carolina, and how she was not answering her home number. My mother had talked to my teacher to see if anything