Good.
Can be a word to describe my life.
I prefer
Tragedy.
It sounds better.
And its just true.
My parents died when I was 11 in a plane crash going to check out the place we were supposed to move to.
They left me with my uncle.When I heard about it I was devasted. I never wanted to ride a plane ever in my life again.
Things started become better.
But for me that never happens, unfortunately.
My uncle started smoking and began started to get addicted with it. He loned money, made bets. But if he lost he never payed them.
He had a family.
A 7 year old daughter.
A 21 year old daughter.
A 30 year old wife.
And me.
March 11th was the worst day of my life.
People say they have bad days just because their crush didn't talk to them or they got in trouble. But the truth is the haven't experienced the word bad before or the word worst.
There was a knock at the door that day.
Suddenly the door was knocked down.
They were people. But not any ordinary people. The negotiators of my uncle. They came for him.
They grabbed my uncle by the arm and they shot him in the head. His wife yelled in pain. Killed her instantly. It was just me and my cousin. I wasn't crying. I knew this was going to happen.
My cousin was crying. But they didn't shoot her.
" Don't you DARE call the police!"
And they left.
I saw my uncle first blood dripping from his mouth. Then I Saw his wife, eyes open in terror as blood slowly went flowing from her head.
