December 25, 2012, past 12 midnight, my father was shot 3 times by an unknown suspect. And around 2:30 am, my father died.

My Father just visited my cousin’s place that night to celebrate with them. My father was a good man, he had no enemies. It was my cousin who was the actual target. My Father was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I’m angry. I’m sad. Everything’s unstable and I’m at a loss. The only thing I know for sure, is that, my Christmas would never be the same again.

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