Well....this just to get something off my chest...you don't have to read this...even though it seems like it..

Nine years ago before I lived in the US, I lived in Urapan, Michoacán, México. Me and my parents went to my uncle's birthday party, though we didn't know we were being followed. I played along with my friends not knowing what my uncle got himself and his family into, by the time the sun began to set my parents told me that they were going to get my grandparents and left while was I playful soccer, then four armed men arrived, fourteen shots....eight begging sobs....three crys for help and two yelling men...along with one crying boy underneath a car..holding his soccer ball to comfort himself...