Chapter 18 Memories

• I sat at a bean bag all by myself as the memories of my mom flooded my mind. Tears stung my eyes whenever I remembered her, it was something I never want to remember.
• Flashback:
• I held Julie's hand as we walked into our apartment, my eyes met dad kneeling beside my mom, my eyes squint when they met the bloodstain on her dress, dad was crying, and he occasionally removes his hand from the spot where she had been shot, and whenever he does that, more blood gushes out.