When I was 8 my mother was incarcerated. My brothers were sent to their father’s family, and my sisters were sent to their father’s family. But no one knew what to do with me because no one knew who my father was. After moving from home to home and foster care programs I joined the gang at 15. A few years later, I ended up in prison. Eventually, I was homeless and it was then when I realized nothing could fill the emptiness in my heart except for Jesus Christ. I’m not homeless anymore and I’ve got a great relationship with my Heavenly Father.