My name is Livie Marie Acosta. I am a firm believer that childhood memories are supposed to be happy, joyous, and beautiful. I also believe everyone else in life has just that... except for me, of course. I came close to having that once with my own family. I had a loving mother that treated me like her little princess. My father was, and still is, the biggest support system in my life, but even his love isn't enough for me at times. I would have been a proud big sister at the age of seven, but Antonio Jr. was torn away from us before he was even born. I was destined to be alone and hurt, both emotionally and physically scarred. The only skeletons that remained of my once happy family was a father I adored, but who lived hundreds of miles away, and a mother whom I had spent most of my own life saving from her demons. Like many people, they are scarred so deep that when they bleed, it is a reminder that they are still human. I have a secret. A secret only I know about. I keep my secret well, and keep it hidden from the peeping eyes of the world. At least I tried... that is until two angels barged into my life, and into my scattered heart. Their presence in my life spun me on my heels, turning my world yet again upside down, and right side up all at the same time. What I find could either save me, or finally push me over the edge. Here is my story...