"Shoot 'em, shoot 'em! Oh, you got him in the head!" It was a few days after my sister's fifth birthday, which was on October 28. We had just pulled out our extremely ancient Nintendo system and were playing Duck Hunt, just in case you were wondering what the shooting was about. It started like any other ordinary off track day, but as the story unfolds, the day becomes anything, but ordinary.
             My father and cousin, Tuyen, had left for work, in El Monte, early that day to avoid traffic. Nghia, who is Tuyen's younger brother, left for school a little bit early that day. The only people at home were my mother, my two brothers, Minh, who is the older of the two, and Hai, who was barely two years old, my sister, Anh, and myself. Minh and Anh were in my upstairs room with me and we were playing video games. My mother and younger brother, Hai, were in the living room. I was starting to get bored of playing video games; so I headed towards the kitchen to find something to eat. As I turned to the hallway, I saw a man in his mid-twenties, wearing a brown jacket and pointing a gun at me. All I heard him say was "Get down!" so I told my siblings to do what he said and did the same thing myself.
             Though the gun was only pointed at me for a few seconds, everything seemed to just stop. Nothing except for the gunman and I existed. I felt tremendous terror, having to face the idea of not seeing the next day horrified me. I immediately asked one of the robbers, "Are you gonna kill us?" He gave me an ensuring reply of "Just stay cool." I guess he didn't want to shoot anyone as much as I didn't want to get shot. The men covered my siblings and I with a crimson red blanket. This blanket intensified my horrors of death. I could imagine the blood flowing from my chest as I screamed in excruciating pain. The whole experience seemed to last about three hours, when in fact, it only lasted 45 minutes. Even
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