It was Sunday morning. Tragedy struck, so at first I didn’t believe the news. I could not fathom the truth, that hate and sorrow had gained control of my city overnight. My first thoughts were that while I was fast asleep, dreaming about a better life, others were wide awake fighting for their own.
Some stories said they hadn’t caught the shooter yet. I woke up afraid for my life too. 49 people died that morning, and 53 people survived. The wound hasn’t completely healed, and for others it is still fresh. Read more