On Monday, July 29th at 8:40 AM my father was taken from me. What was supposed to be my first time seeing him again after months, ended up being the last. He was a father of three, stripped away from us. My sister who witnessed it all tried to stop them, she tried to keep her father safe but they ripped him apart, almost ran her over and forever tormented our family.

He kept us afloat, now we’re drowning. We need support to continue living, to pay for legal services and hope that one day we’ll be in his arms again.