I was around the age of seven or eight when the incident happened. All I remember is my mom taking my sister and I to my aunt 's house late one night because she had to go see a patient. Around three o 'clock the next morning, I can recall hearing my aunt screaming, and naturally I got up to go see what was going on. I find her crying, not knowing what happened until my uncle calmed her down, she than told me my mom was shot. Tears instantly started running from my eyes, and the only thing I was thinking was “Am I about to lose the only person that cares about me?” Because of her getting shot, she had to stay in the hospital for about two months. Her injuries were so serious that she had to go to therapy sessions to learn how to walk as well as use her arm again. Having to see my mom experience learning how to do something she already knew how to do really had me hurt to my soul. I knew she did not want …show more content…
Two years ago, on December 27, 2015, my cousin was shot in the head and killed. Literally two days after Christmas a person I thought of more as a brother than a cousin, was taken out of my life and out of this world. It all felt as if it was a dream because I could not believe he was gone. I had gotten so used to him being around, so it felt different and it still feels different with him not here. He was only eighteen. I mean just beginning to live his life and it was taken from this earth but I know God does everything for a reason. That experience alone caused me to realize no one lives forever, and life should not be taken for