When I was born, I brought happiness to my parents eyes. As I grew to be a little older I always used to give big hugs and wet kisses to my parents. But as I became a teenager, all those wet kisses and big hugs slowly faded away.
All I wanted to do was play sports and hang out with my friends. I never really spent time with my parents. The only time I would go up to them and give them a hug or a kiss was when I wanted something like money, or to go somewhere with my friends.
But the day came when I got home from school and there were cops and an ambulance in front of my house. That was the day I found out my parents were shot. The cops told me the guy who did it broke into the house, saw my parents, and just shot them both. He said, "The weird thing was he did not steal anything." I asked the police officer if they got the man who did this, and he said yes. In a way I felt a little relieved, but at the same time angry. I ran into the ambulance when my parents lay helplessly. They looked up at me and said, "You are a special gift from God." That was the first time I saw tears roll from my fathers eyes. They told me to be strong. That was when they both left me forever. I started to scream and yell, "Dont leave me, you are all I have."
Now I look back at all those years that they were always there for me, when I needed them, and how I never hugged or kissed my parents much. Now I wish I did. Now I ask God, "Why did it have to happen to me?"