You think growing up that, yes disasters happen, people get hurt, mugged, killed, people out there are more then willing to end numerous people's lives with lies and violence and that to a young girl, it just doesn't make sense.
Your mother is always there to tell you that being careful, is everything. You can never be to careful, keys in between your knuckles, always walk in groups, no eye contact in case of provoking anyone at anytime and much more.
I should have understood sooner, it doesn't make sense but that doesn't make it any less real.
More importantly, I should have listened to my mother. Maybe if I had I would have noticed him sooner.