Age 7 (La'Niya POV):
It was approximately 2:00 on a Saturday afternoon. I remember it like no other. The day that was supposed to be a normal , relaxing day .. turned into the day I feared the most and one of the many worst days in my life.
I sat on the middle of my living room floor watching spongebob , waiting for my mom to come out of the bathroom indicating that she was done bathing my younger brother and I could then proceed to take my shower. I was on my way to the kitchen to get another honeybun and some more orange juice when I heard someone screaming outside. I didn't know who it was so I didn't pay much attention. I got my honeybun and was about to pour my juice when there was a knock at the door. The knock was fast and heavy, like someone was in trouble. I listened closely to the familiar voice but I couldn't quite understand what was being said. My mother rushed out of the bathroom and handed my brother to our step-dad. She opened the door and there stood my very frantic and crying aunt Toya.
Aunt Toya: "Janetta you gotta come help us !"
My Mom: "First off Toya , calm down cause your scaring me. Why you crying ? What happened ?"
Aunt Toya: "It's Snick , she ain't breathing Nesha , she ain't breathing"
When I heard the name Snick I immediately became alert. My aunt Snick was my favorite aunt. She wasn't my favorite because of material things either. She was my favorite because she was my go to person. When everyone else brushed me off and didn't want to listen , she was there for me. She kept me out of trouble and made me happy. Hearing the news that she wasn't breathing sent an automatic tear down my face being that most people who can't breath die.
I watched as my mother ran out of the house down the street to where my aunt was located. I sat in my window , staring in the direction of my aunt's house hoping and mentally praying that my mom would come back home ano say everything was fine. While sitting there I persuaded myself to think positive , for the sake of my aunt. I know that she hates me stressing and would want more than anything for me to stay calm in this situation. About 45 minuets later , I went back to my window because I heard screaming and crying. I looked out my window only to be greeted by multiple officers helping my mom and two different aunts walk to my house as they cried and repeated no. I began to assume the worst. I went into the living room just in time to help the two police officers that were carrying my mom . When they left my mom looked me in my eyes and said the only two words I hadn't wanted to hear.
My mom: "She's gone."
Me being how I am I refused to believe. I ran out of the house towards my aunt. When I got there , I regretted it immediately. I saw My aunt being carried out on a stretcher. They had a blanket over her face . I tried to run towards her but a police officer grabbed me. He gave me to my uncle who was also crying. He obviously didn't want to believe it either but no matter how much we wanted to deny it , the fact of the matter was , she's gone.
