The worse experience of my life is when I was in San Diego at my apartment. Suddenly, I got a phone call from an old friend name Sally Kim. In a nervous voice she said "Hey Sue, your brother got shot. I thought you should know. Once I heard that, I hung up with her. I called my boyfriend Jason and told him what I found out. I was screaming at Jason, telling him to get here as soon as possible, so he picked me up to head back to Cerritos to find out what had happened. I arrived at my house. The house was empty. It was so quiet that it seemed like you could hear wind whistling through my house. I had no clue what to do but worry and I couldn't sleep at that time. I stayed up watching television waiting for my parent's arrival. Finally my parents arrived around 6:30 am. I jumped right up off my feet and I started to cry and asked, "What happened, tell me every little thing. My mom started to cry I gave her a big hug cause I really didn't know what to say. I was s!
Well what happened was that my brother and my cousins were playing video games, socializing, casual drinking and watching television in the garage. They had to leave my house early because it was a school night and my mom doesn't like it when they stay at my house late. Therefore they left my house between 12 am to 2 am. All of sudden they all see a car - a car that turned off there head lights driving real fast through the residential area. Once they saw the car turn off their headlights with an instinct they new they had to drop and cover. The gun shots were super loud that it woke the neighbors up but not all of them, just a few which came out and stare. No one helped at all but watch. They all just stood there watching my mother run out of the house with fear in her eyes believing my brother Wilson is gone, she was crying her eyes out. When my mom came out of the house she was screa