One day, one night, was all it took to scar me for vengeance. I was at the age of 3 when it all became clear. I was walking along the streets with both of my parents and my little sister one day on a peaceful street. Life was okay. Nothing bad had ever happened to us...until that night. Nothing came to mind except for the fact we needed to get home. The neighbourhood we lived in wasn't the best place to live. Every night you would hear gun shots, ambulances, and many people arguing if you listened. That night we went walking already had a precaution sign wrapped around it but we continued without hesitation. We finally arrived at home as everything seemed normal but none of us saw what was truly about to happen. I was upstairs at the moment playing toys with my sister until a loud bang came at our door. I ran downstairs seeing that my mom was bleeding from her head. She was with her husband and a boy around my age. Right than my father grabbed both me and the little boy
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