There was police cars, cars from family, neighbors, even people that I didn’t know. The ambulance men were rushing in and out the house, and people were crying and holding each other. I was so confused and afraid, but I kept on my trail to the front door of the house. I saw my mother and brother holding each other, but it wasn’t for a happy reason. I hadn’t realized that they were crying. The sight that I saw inside the house will haunt me forever. A four year old girl should never have to witness such a thing, but it’s sad to say that some have witnessed worse than …show more content…
When we weren’t, we were only dealing with the loss of our father. I dealt with it by not talking for a while. My brother dealt with it by acting out which didn’t help my mother at all. People decided to start blaming my mother for my father’s death, they even went as far as saying that she killed him herself but, we knew that it wasn’t possible. My brother and I had to grow up a lot quicker than we were supposed to help my mom out. Eventually, we had gotten better with dealing with it, but what I never understood was why. Why did he do it? Why did he choose ten days after my birthday? The only thing I know is that I will never get the answers to my