The event that marked my transition from childhood to adulthood within my family was not easy nor tranquil, yet a long journey that was extremely challenging. During the time span from 2012-2013 I was submerged in the experience of my sophomore year of high school. Looking back on my sophomore year, I remember being carefree, still just a kid. Likewise, the only worries I had to fret over was finding my place in the large social scene of my high school and what time softball practice was. However, all that began to change a few weeks into the New Year of 2013, where my life was turned upside down. In January, my father underwent a L4-L5 spinal fusion. He was a paramedic. My father has such a beautiful and inspiring passion for helping others and our community. Unfortunately, his passion was put to a halt due to his tragic injury. In addition, post-operation left my dad in a state of complete dependency because he was left unable to walk for a large portion of the recovery process, as well as the indescribable pain he had to endure every single day. Without any source of immediate income, with my father unable to work, my family soon ourselves in financial catastrophe. Soon after, my mother served my father divorce papers and quickly moved out; leaving my dad, my younger sister, and I to in simplest form, fend for ourselves. Consequently, the absence of my mother, shook the roles of the family, and left a scar on all of our hearts. The result of her decision, was equivalent to experiencing a death in the family. It seemed as though my life was falling apart. I was angry and confused, ‘How could my mother leave us?’ I always thought. However, when I saw my family in such physical and emotional dismay, I saw this opportunity as a period of individual growth and a chance to give back to my family, especially my father, who has always been my biggest