It was a Sunday morning, breezy and cold I and my parents set out for church which was our daily routine my Dad wasn't particularly religious but went anyways out of love for my mum who believes in God. The service was good we came back home full of joy but it wasn't long last .
Late in the evening that day people broke into our home my Dad locked me up in my room and ordered I remain silent ..I was only 17 I panicked but internally for fear I disobeyed my father's words. After what seemed like an argument, I heard gunshots I was dead struck and then there was silence I ran out of my room through the window and went to the living room and there I saw my parents on the floor surrounded by a pool of blood .I knew what has happened my parents have being killed and I couldn't even see the face of the killers . I wept bitterly till the neighbors came all pretending to care how I feel when they all hated my parents and never wished us well "Elizabeth please stop crying" everyone said but how could I the only two people in my life were gone it was just me against the world how can I stop .My mother used to believe so much in God so why then did he let her leave this world 'was he sleeping?' I reasoned