Mark

My uncle Dip's son was killed yesterday.

Their only son.

18.

Studying medicine.

Only home for Christmas.

Stabbed to death.

...

Yesterday, if you asked me if I still wanted to go home I would've said yes. Hell, I used to daydream about raising my own family in Trinidad, even after the ballooning wave of crime hit closer and closer to home. Heh, that's me... ever the optimist.

...

I am not coming home.

That place isn't home anymore.

Justin | 08:55 PM