Before I turned three, I had a happy family.

My aunt was a lively and adorable high school student, and my parents were in love. Our family was harmonious.

I was the apple of everyone's eye.

Then a fire changed everything.

My aunt and dad shielded me from the flames with their bodies.

Their backs were burned to a crisp, but under their protection, I was unharmed, only unconscious.

When I woke up in the hospital, I cried for my parents, but all I got were the nurses' sighs.

At three, I didn't understand what their sighs meant.

I only knew my dad and aunt were gone, and my mom...