It was the day I thought about, right after waking up after only a few hours of sleep. I had stayed up until 2am with my friends the night/morning before, even though my plane left at 5:10am. I was nervous and even though I had already packed, packed, I was still running around grabbing last minute items; this shirt that I forgot to take, another perfume, my electric toothbrush. I didn't know how long I was going to be gone, so I couldn't get enough stuff. My bags were so full that I had to strap my vans to my purse, which was way overloaded, and I couldn't add anything to my suitcase because it already weighed 46 pounds and the weight limit is 50 pounds. My aunt, who was already awake in the living room drinking her coffee and talking on the phone, was going to drop me off at the airport. Who she was talking to at 4:15 a.m. is beyond me, but she quickly ended her conversation when she saw me standing in the hallway. We grabbed my bags, loaded them into the car and were ready to go. My aunt had tears in her eyes the whole way, we were both thinking of my niece, Audrey. She wasn't even two years old at the time, not for another month, and she had already been through so much. My aunt pulled into the drop off zone and we said goodbye. I had only flown once before, two weeks before, but this time it was different because I was alone. Wary of my surroundings, I walked through the St. Louis airport and through all the controls, finally finding the designated area. for my flight to Denver, Colorado. I still had some free time, but no stores were open yet. In fact the whole airport seemed pretty dead apart from a few other people walking around and a lady sleeping in a chair nearby....... middle of paper...... how i had to drop everything to come here for her, how my mother had to do the same thing, how my sister could let her boyfriend do something like that, how she could lie so easily for him when he almost killed their girl. My mind wouldn't stop, not until I saw her. My little girl, brought back to the room on her bed, looked so pitiful. His cheeks were so covered in scabs, from what they think was duct tape, that his head was almost shaved, not only because of the surgery, but also because of his father. She was shaking and stuttering as she spoke in her sad voice. She had never stuttered before, it was more like she was afraid to say anything, everything was difficult to express. I wanted to do everything I could to make her happy. I am her Aunt Bert and she is my Audrey and I will continue to show her my love as if she were my own child until the day I die..