I remember the day, the day I was shot over a bright pink and blue bag I was six years old playing peacefully with my friends I remember hearing my parents yelling at each other about work and how I wasn’t safe outside. I remember seeing a three men entering our house, I went inside to see what’s was wrong my dad pulled me to the side and gave me a pink and blue bag and sent me back out to play at the time I didn’t know what was happening but I understood that some how this bag was important. I started playing again then I looked over at the back door and my life flashed before my eyes, one of the men grabbed me and held a gun to my head my parents sprinted out the door and held a gun at the man yelling at the man to let me go the other me circled my parents my mom shot at the man who was holding me hostage and the next thing I knew my mom was gone in front of my eyes, my dad dropped to the floor yelling I was in shock all I knew is that my mom was gone. My dad sprinted towards me trying to save me before it was too late but instead the bullet got to me before he could.