𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Reflection

Hey, my names Blessing Mercado. I'm 17 years of age. I Lived in a mansion up in the hills with my father. My mom? She died three year ago it's still hard to talk about.. but I gotta keep going.. right? I miss her a lot so much that I cry every night and force a smile through the day.

My dad told me that the autopsy showed she was raped and shot. I still don't understand how someone could do that to her she would never hurt anybody my mother cared for every body and every thing.
I just don't understand..