When my mother was shot, so
much happened so quickly. We
were only able to piece the whole
story together after the fact, as we
collected all the different accounts
from everyone who was there.
Waiting around at the hospital that
day, we had so many unanswered
questions, like, What happened to
Isaac? Where was Isaac? We only
found out after we found him and
he told us.
When Andrew sped off with my
mom, leaving the four-year-old
alone on the front lawn, Abel
walked over to his youngest, picked