I was 9 years old. I'm not exactly sure what happened that day. All I remember is my mom, my dad, a lot of blood, and a boy? Who he was? Who attacked us? I don't know. I don't even know if I ever will. That day my crown was almost ripped off my head, with my head with it. All I really know is that I can't see my parents for a very long time and that I-I love that boy.