Hello, May name is May Kelly. Today I will be telling you all my story, starting from my birth I guess. 

I was born January 9th of 2005. I was the middle child, and I had two other sisters. My older sister was Jewel Kelly, and  my younger sister was Olive Kelly. My Older sister was 4 years older then me, while my younger sister was 3 years younger then me. Now lets skip to when I am 5 years old, Jewel is 9 years old, and Olive is 2 years old. 

"May Honey can you come here? I need help adding the greens to the pot" My mother called and a ran into the kitchen excitement beaming off of me. "Yes I will help with that!" I responded in a happy tone. Tonight we were surprising my father with his favorite foods, Greens, Hot water cornbread and Turkey, soul food if you think about it. While I was putting the greens in the pot the door bell rung. "I will get it" I said quickly running to the door and opening it to see Jewel and my father there. Jewel had some bags in her hands and walked in. "Hello Princess" my father said in his usual tired but happy voice. He bent down giving me a kiss on my forehead before picking up the bags he had.  I turned around to go back to the kitchen but stopped. I turned to my father the second all hell broke lose. Sirens and cops yelling could be heard as a man rushed into the house pushing past my father. He looked around frantically before grabbing my older sister holding a gun to her head. "Any of you move and I shoot her!" he screamed looked from all of us back to her. Jewel stood there unfazed though I could see she was just holding back tears. "Woah woah, man just let go of my daughter, we will give you anything you want" my father said setting down the bags keeping his hands raised. "I said don't move" the man repeated his hand shaking. My mother had her hands over her mouth. Just as I turned my head back to look at my father he rushed the man pushing him down to the ground and fought to get the gun out of the man's hands.

 Finally my father managed to get the gun and held him at gun point. "Get away from my family right now" my father said in a commanding tone, a tone that made the man get up quickly hands up. After what seemed like hours there was a loud noise, it sounded like thunder, but louder and more of a louder booming sound. There was another, and another, and another until my dad dropped the gun collapsing to the ground bleeding. "No!" My mother screamed, Jewel looked shocked, and me, I had seen enough of this on YouTube, people getting shot by cops because of their skin color, or kids being shot because they had been playing with water guns. What I saw made tears spill from my eyes as I rushed over to my motionless father. I opened my mouth but the only thing that came out was a blood curtailing scream. Cops ran inside and realized they made shot the wrong man, one cop ran over to the man putting cuffs on him and pushing him out of the house. Tonight my father had been shot 3 times in his back, just because he was protecting his family