In May of 2013, my grandma was waiting in front of the preschool to pick up my little cousin when she was stabbed. Her killer’s name, Nahn at the time I only knew his first name. It was not until a few days later that I discovered his last name I was familiar with it because it was my last name, Dong. The reason I did not recognize his name was because the only Nahn I know I call him Uncle. I believe that certain family member’s actions are not representations of us because that type of thinking is toxic mentally and can cause isolation. Too often in today’s society, we are warned not to be friends with someone if their families are bad influences. We make assumptions about people’s personalities based on something they cannot control. Furthermore