January 1, 2019. I saw my own mother get shot at. I saw her in a pool of her own blood. I saw the armed robbers rough handle my father and all I could do was scream. Under the cover of festivity and firework sounds, my mum was murdered on New Years day.
My dad was admitted and so was I. 2019 has started on the worst note ever. My hero and life giver has fallen. The robbers took all working devices in the house and it was too late to call for help. My dad's birthday was yesterday. I've never seen him cry but I did this year
January 1st can never be a happy day for me anymore. It will always be a reminder of what has been taken from my dad and siblings. This heartbreak is too much for me. It is still like a bad dream. A nightmare
As shared by thesimesty
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