A brother’s murder is very similar to a tragic abrupt moment in my life. One night a week from Halloween I have gotten a pensive call from my cousin, she said that my cousin John has been shot. It was eleven o’clock at night, John and his friend was walking from the store to go to John’s girlfriend house. As they was walking John noticed someone was following them, then they turned a corner the guy turned a corner. I was on the phone with John that night, his mother and I told him to carry his gun late at night but this time he did not listen. I told him that I loved him, I was already worried about him because it was too late at night for him to be walking without any protection whatsoever. Something made John and his friend stop and once
