After each win, we go out to eat as a team my stomach hurt that day but I still ate a little bit of Chipotle. After I we were done I went home to my whole family surrounding me with teary eyes, and my mom says in a miserable tone” I'm sorry, I'm so sorry… Abo is dead” then all of my brothers and sisters started to cry.I remember asking my mom to go to Africa to go see my dad but she always said ok next summer and I remember I was supposed to go this summer but again she said next summer. This made me so mad that I never got the opportunity to meet him and it crushed me knowing that I would never see the man my mother loved and the-the man whose blood I carry.Since this incident in my life, my academics began to suffer again. My demeanor was sloppy at worst and mediocre at best. Just let everything go and for the rest of the semester that is exactly what I did. Ultimately for my second semester of my Junior year, I knew I wanted to better myself. I owed it to my father and my mother. I enrolled in Postsecondary Education even though I had to juggle all my extracurricular activities, school and my well being I was on track once