I once was all over the news for a story that broke everyone’s hearts. Now that memory is at the back of everyone’s minds, never to be remembered again. I remember it so well, what happened. I remember when I was found, in a bruised heap. I still remember my hero’s name. But who else will? What about all the other victims, yet to suffer my pain. Will they be forever remembered or will the memory be as buried as gold? So my story now lies with you. Will you remember my story? And will you remember the stories to come?