why she cries

Before me...

5 years ago December 23,2012.
"Mamma! Papa! Come look!!" I spoke in a mischievous tone. "Coming sweet pea!"My mother had spoke with a softly. As they walked up our glossy wooden stairs they saw my decorated little room, filled with Christmas cookies, ad tea glasses. My younger sister Eli sitting in the corner of the room nibbling on one of the freshly baked cookies. "Awe sweetie how cute but let's wait until after diner to have some cookies and and tea". My father had spoke in a soft but stern voice. "When is big brother coming home mama?" Spoke my innocent little sister  in a soft yet fragile voice. Mama looked down as she answered "he won't be here until tomorrow". I can hear the door to the outside open....my heart sped.......I can hear my name being called "Lizaaaaaaa?Eliiiii?I'm home!!!" My brother had such a kind yet strong tone to him. I ran down the stairs and jump into my brothers big strong arms...they had always made me feel safe.....I see from the corner of my eye Eli slide down the stairs into brothers arms as well. " Wow...you guys sure are getting big". He said as he smiled. That night all night we played were games and we ate until our bellies were full. Then it happened....Just like that..... 6 men had broke down our door and shot my father in his head , another man had slit my mothers throat her blood had splattered all over me and my sister. Horrified I took Eli and ran, hiding her in the bath tub while i sat behind the door. My brother, he tried to protect us but in the end he didn't make it...... That very day I swore to get revenge and protect my sister......i swore to never let anyone taking anything from me ever again.