My story

Why hurt our loved ones when you loved them?

The next day my whole family woke me up by crying. I wanted to know what was wrong.. I ran upstairs and asked my grandma and she wouldn't tell Me. I saw my poor mom crying and crying..
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I wish they would tell me. Well today was my birthday..
I saw ambulances and cops pull up and I got scared. There was a last who was telling my mom that we needed to go downstairs ( me and my brother) so we did. The lady was comforting my mom and grandma.. Hours later they let us go up stairs. My grandpa had just gotten home and he asked what happened. The lady said "kiddos and you sir.. I'm sorry for your loss." I saw my grandpa freak out. No words came out. He stood there shocked. Tears began to well up in his eyes and he said "no!!! Miguel's gone?!?!?"
When I heard that I looked at my brother and we both began crying. I can't handle this.. What happened?
The lady was saying " well he felt like he couldn't win the battle.." What battle?