First and foremost, I come from a big family of 7, 4 sisters and 2 brothers. We didn’t have it all growing up and for sure weren’t fed with a golden spoon, but my mom always made sure we were good. Fed, bathed, and ready for school the next day. During this time we were experiencing homelessness and ended up staying with my grandma for a while. On Nov, 4 2017 I had just remembered falling asleep, so it was late. But I could vividly remember being woken up, I could hear her sobbing, and by her I mean my sister, Gina. Still thinking I’m dreaming, she shakes me, it startles me because 1, she’s crying so I know it’s serious and 2, it’s late. Then, she said, “Wake up, Hurley’s in the hospital.” Instantly, I knew something was up, that same night he had called my mom sobbing. He wasn’t doing well mentally but never failed to put a smile on someone else’s face, giving his last, he always knew how to show integrity. He was also very adamant about me getting my education, hence why I’m here today. I would’ve given up a long time ago. And even though most of us are half siblings we always had each other like full blood, no matter what, there was no half sister or half brother it was either my brother or my sister no extras. No one was ever left behind no matter what. One of my favorite memories I remember with my brother is when he took me out for dinner. TGIF, I didn’t care where I was just so excited to be with him. His energy will forever be unmatched, even giving you his shoe off his foot. I was young, 7th grade, so my mom felt like it was best if I stayed home just in case. While all my sisters and mom rushed to the hospital, I was left there, alone to be in my thoughts. I later found out my brother was stabbed in the heart, just a few minutes from home. He had got into a small altercation which led to him being stabbed and dying instantly from head trauma due to hitting the large rocks on the ground. As paramedics arrived on scene my brother was revived but shortly died later at Reston Hospital. The suspect was later found right in the very neighborhood that I live in today. Vidal Flores Cuchillas took the life of my brother (27) at the time all over a small dispute, they both had children, someone who looked up to them and now, my brother is gone but Vidal is alive. He has another chance at life, and a sentence, a judge, an apology, “justice” will never bring my brother back. And I learned from my mom to forgive because he has to answer for it. I forgive him, but i’ll never forget.
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