Personal Narrative: My Mother's Vengeance For Murder

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I had too. My mother need vengeance for her death. She died several months ago and I needed to find the killer. The police told me not to worry, that they’ll find my mother’s killer soon. I grew up with half-trues and I didn’t need more, especially from the police. I had to take a course of retaliation in honor of my mother.
I started by hiring a private investigator. The police were right about one thing; I couldn’t go out and find a serial killer all by myself. I might as well be signing my own death wish. Turns out that he was greedy and a liar. I soon fired him after that. There was only one other option for me. To go out and track him myself. It was stupid of me, but I didn’t have a choice. It was either that or let the murderer walk

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