At sunrise, I used to wake up hoping that my father would enter my room. I'm Yousef, born on 1/1/2011 in Homs. At the beginning of the war, my father was unjustly arrested and we were forcibly evicted from our home to the street, after being beaten and insulted by the regime forces. I always remember the last scene when I saw my father laying on the ground with a bloodied face telling me his last words: Do not be afraid. I'm with you. Go your way and start living far from here. We fled to Turkey and had a tough life there until we found some good people who helped us. Then I started going to school and decided to excel so that my father would be proud of me. On 7/1/2017, we were informed that he had died under torture. I can't describe how I felt on that day. I really wanted to see him again. I want to continue my education and become a judge in the future.