I have realized that in my nearly 19 years of life, there is only one place where I have ever truly felt safe. Safe from violence, fear, religious persecution, sexism, racism, homophobia, tornadoes, hurricanes, earthquakes, hatred, anger, and anything on the planet that could possibly try to hurt me. It was a small space between a tree and a fence. Big enough to fit a young girl who was growing faster than the others, and hidden enough that I felt no one could see me. Nothing could bother me there. It was my safe place, where I could block out the world and ignore everything. Though in my mind I was hidden, as I grew a bit older I realized even the people walking by my house on the street could see me. But that never stopped me. The only thing that stopped me from praying behind that tree was the birth of my younger sister. Because that meant that our house was too small and we had to move. So I left that tree, and the only safe place I have ever known, so that we could move into a better neighborhood and a house with room enough for all five of us. Though I would do it all again in a heartbeat for her.