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When I was about eight years old, I had a terrifying dream that my mother and father had separated. My mom got a new boyfriend , but he did not like me and made it very obvious. They always left me to stay with my aunt and rarely ever saw them. It was time for the Christmas program at school and I had asked my mom to come and she said that she would be there. I got up on stage and she was not there, I stayed in the hopes that she would show up later, but she never did. After the program, I ran into the bathroom and cried. I heard someone come in and call my name; it was my mom. I was so happy I ran out of the bathroom and was still crying. She told me she was sorry and that she tried to get here, but her boyfriend took too long to get ready. She calmed me down and told me that we were going home and I was going to stay with them tonight. She walked outside and waited in the car while I changed into my normal clothes. I walked to the car and when I was about to get in my mom’s boyfriend drove off leaving me in the middle of the street. I ran after them and was crying and then I saw the window roll down and his hand come out. He was holding a gun and he shot me.

My son and me were at the theater in Quincy Florida. I took him to the bathroom. While there two individuals were shot. On my cell phone I tried calling 911 to report the shooting. Operator ask for location and I told him that the theater was located on main street. He disputed me telling me that my cell call was coming from Tampa when we were in Tallahassee. I had to be back home with food for my father who is deceased no later than 1pm. I arrived late with no food and I started crying in my sleep but for real in life. All my dreams now are usually about my deceased relatives.

My house starts to catch fire because of shotgun shells on fire. My dad helps the shells burst by lighting a match and throwing it on the crates. I yell at my dad to get my stuffed bear that was my grandpa’s to save and he tells me that it is too late, everything is already on fire. I yell at him wondering why he lit the match. I hide behind my brothers truck when the shells burst. Afterwords, I go into the house to see what all is damaged. In my room, my laptop, lamps, bed and pictures are all burnt. The only things left are stuffed animals including my grandpa’s stuffed bear. I am relieved but still sad that my clothes and other belongings are destroyed.

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