I was told by a counselor that as kids we have an understanding that our elders, such as our grandparents are most likely to pass away, and are not prepared to suffer unexpected losses. It was Sunday night, I was sitting in my living room arranging my 12 pack of brand new sharpie highlighters, which I was thinking about sharing with my friend Monday morning at school. I was in fourth grade, my mom was out of town, she would be home in a couple of hours. My dad came into the living room and asked if he could change the channel, I agreed. I would have usually gone into my room since he turned on the news, but I stayed. Minutes passed, the tv now a faint sound in the background, until I heard the name Nicole Cho. I looked up surprised to hear my best friend's name, but I was confused when I saw her sister's picture. …show more content…
My dad sat on the couch unaware of the situation as I said “dad that's my friend on the news.” The reporter kept talking as pictures of her 5 year old brother, Christopher, and mother Marcel also appeared on the screen. Finally, the report concluded with “the three siblings were shot in their beds by their father, and their mother was shot in the front porch. Lone survivor, brother, Ian Mercado was shot and climbed into the closet to call 911” I yelled at my dad translating to him what the news was saying, he held me in his arms telling me to stop crying, that I had probably misunderstood what was going on. I ran to my room and tried calling my friend to tell her what I had just heard, but no one picked up. I called my mom, she had to pull over to calm herself down. Later that night my brother and his wife, who had also recently lost her best friend, came over with the printed report to explain to me what had