"Annie get home now, I don't care how." My mom screamed.
"Annie! Annie! Help us please! We don't have food, mom won't feed us because she said it is your job! She said you abandoned us! Annie, please come back, please! We need you!" That was Rose, the youngest at 11 years old. She screamed so I would hear her words. Her voice threatening to break with the tears she was trying to force down.
"ROSE! DON'T LISTEN TO HER I WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU! I WILL COME AND SAVE YOU!"
I was screaming louder than I should have. My breathing is labored and I couldn't breathe. I hung up and ran to my room.