This is a peice of my Senior Thesis
On Oct. 17, 2004, at about 2:30 a.m., I received a phone call from my mom, crying worse than I have ever heard from her. She explained to me that I needed to come home and that it was a family emergency. I hung the phone up, took my roommate's car, left my dorm and went straight home. I remembered telling myself over and over, "I hope nothing has happened to my mom or my little brother. Please, God, let nothing happen to them." As I pulled up to my house, I saw that every light in the house was on. I ran inside, and noticing that the back door was open, I peeked my head out and saw my mom sitting in a chair, crying. Without any question, I just hugged her and told her everything will be OK. She then turned to me and said, "Norris, your dad was stabbed to death by his girlfriend."
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