“He brought her home. As soon as she came down off the meds that he thought weren’t helping her progress, mentally, she killed him and then herself. We woke up to their dead bodies… in bed… beside each other. While my brothers stayed home and began their grief process, I was at school, trying to patch my wounds and forget that shit as fast as I could. “I knew life after that would never be the same. I wasn’t wrong. I found solace in the dictionary, the one thing my mother and I enjoyed together. By the time I was sixteen, my peace came from the streets.”