Life and Death
I went to a Christmas party with my dad tonight because my mom couldn't go and when we came home I found my sister sobing in my mom's lap on the couch. Her friend Jim and his mother were murdered in their house today. Nothing was stolen. They were good people. My sister says they were the nicest people she knew. His mom always tried to help people. I don't understand why things like this have to happen. Yes the world is a fucked up place I know this, but why walk into someone's house and kill them? Why make them suffer like that? Why cause 3 or 4 other children to be motherless and brotherless? I hate it when my sister comes to me and asks me why and I can't answer her.