It was a Tuesday morning, December 12,2006. I lifted my head from my pillow to see that it was 5:00 a.m. on the clock. At that moment a memory that will never fade reentered my mind, the day my brother was shot. Something didn’t feel right when I woke up that morning, something just felt off. Have you ever got a feeling that something bad is about to happen, and you just don’t know what it is? So, that morning I was asleep with my mom, and dad. I felt safe and better once I could fall back to sleep. About 30 minutes later the house phone rang, now who could be calling the house this early unless it was an emergency. We found out it was a member of the Baltimore Warrant Fugitive Task Force, who wanted to know if my brother was in the house,…show more content… I saw the officer shoot my son four more times afterwards” Listening to my father tell us what he saw, was very heart breaking! The police escorted us individually to their cars and told us we had to go to the Woodlawn Precinct. We couldn’t even get our coats. I couldn’t even get a pair of socks so I had to put mittens on my feet because my home was “crime scene”. This was a difficult situation that me and my family went through. It was all over the news, my family kept getting questioned, the police stayed at my house. Me and my mother couldn’t stay at my home anymore, there were bullet holes everywhere. It made us visualize everything that happened that day. We had to go live with my grandmother until we moved out of that house my brother was killed in. I had to go to therapy for emotional stress and other things that was hard to deal with at a young age. I had traumatizing visons about that day, I felt like it would never go away. As I listened to my mother tell me bits and pieces of the story some things I remembered, I talked to my aunt and my mother about our family but my aunt knew more about things that happened on my father’s side. She told me so many stories over the years but, this one I
