I look at my empty house sadly, remembering all the pain. Remembering how that night, everything was going fine until the glass shattered in that window over there. I remembered how he broke in, took everything and shot my father. I remember seeing blood all over and the man leaving with all my family's stuff. We ran of course, but the ambulance was too late. He lost too much blood.
I shook my head not wanting too remember. It's time too move on with my mother and brother by my side.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and stepped out of the door frame. It's time too move on, I thought to myself.
