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"I want to burst into tears, but I don't want to make a fool of myself. So I walk out, kind of bumping him. I need a place to be alone, a place to cry. I head to the bathroom and lay in the tub-fully dressed-for a half an hour, just thinking and crying the whole time. Why am I not a good enough daughter for him to love me for who I am? Why would he just take all my stuff and pack it away like I had passed away or went off to college? I am only ten years old and already he has forgotten my existence?" - Tattiyanna Fernandez