They left us in a large field with tall grass and annoying mosquitoes. Allan's mother was the first to speak asking everyone if we were okay, with tears in my eyes I said, "I want to go home and see my grandparents." My hands got sore from being together, which made me fidget and snap my left thumb. Managing to free my thumb from its grip, escape and put it back, I crawled over to Allan's father to see that he had a black sack over his head, each hand tied to each foot. After removing the bag, his face was the size of a watermelon with bruises; furthermore, it drifted in and out of consciousness. He was the only one injured. When everyone was untied, we left the camp and went to nearby houses to ask for help, but at three in the morning no one was awake. From the many walks with my grandmother I was able to recognize where we were and how to get home. When we got home, my grandparents were very shocked about what had happened and thought we were late. The first thing we did was take Allan's father to the hospital and I was able to sleep in my comfort