I was nine years old that day, the day my life changed. No, it wasn't a good change. It was the kind of change that flips your whole world on its head. Everything I thought I knew, a lie. Everything I had, gone. It happened one evening around dinner time, and my mom was making tuna casserole in the kitchen. It was just mom and I since dad died when he was away in the war. She had told me to go up to my room to change my clothes and wash up since I was covered in dirt from playing outside. However, as I went up the stairs I missed a step, and landed face first into a stair. It knocked me unconscious, and the next few incidents that foll