When I was a young girl, around 6 or 7, not quite sure, my mother went to Mexico with my younger brother and sisters dad. She left us in the care of their dads mother, who seemed pretty OK to me, until my mother left. She locked my older brother and I in the bedroom for two weeks. We weren't aloud to shower, play, go to school etc. We were fed once a day, a bowl of beans and one tortilla. One glass of water. Finally the school called social services wondering where we were. They ended up taking us away and putting us in Orangewood, a children orphanage type thing. Who knows what my mom thought of that women afterwards, but we never saw her again. Not that I was dissapointed. Thank goodness my mom was only gone for two weeks. You wouldn't think a relative would do something like that! Eventually we were given back to my mother. So these things do happen everyday. I'm just thankful someone had the right of mind to call and find out what happened to us.