It's been a year since I've been adopted. Not much has changed since last summer when I was heading to New York with my parents. There was this fancy, but very expensive restaurant in New York. Once we got to NY, my dad decided that we should try their food. Don't worry, dad laughed. I will pay this time! My mom laughed and agreed with my dad while I was in the back seat smiling with joy. As we entered, a man stopped us asking if he can have at least $50 for himself. My parents had no idea who this man was and they didn't think he was that poor. He owned a nice red car and was dressed so fancy. I'm sorry, but we're short on money at this moment, said my dad. The man was angry and he didn't believe a single word that my parents have said. He got something out of his pocket and you know what it was? A gun! I saw it and I was very scared. My mother cried and told me to run as fast as I can. What about you and dad, I cried. Don't worry about us, my mother replied back. Go run, QUICK! My heart was pounding very fast and I knew I couldn't just run away. I got my cell phone out and immediately called 911. Before I could even dial, I suddenly tripped over my shoelaces. A lady was standing next to me and asked if I was hurt. I'm not hurt, I'm just scared I said. Of what? The lady asked. I didn't have time to explain so I grabbed the lady's hand and ran with her back to where my parents were. When we got there, I knew it was too late. They were laying on the ground dead. I ran up to them and began crying my eyes out. MOM! DAD! IM SO SORRY! I shouldn't have left you! LISTEN TO MEEE! Oh my gosh the lady said! They must be your parents. I am so sorry sweetie! She bend down to hug me, but what was I suppose to say?! My parents were dead and they were the only ones who has been there for me through my toughest time. All my special memories were with them. I have nobody else now! Whoops, I think I must have said that out loud because the lady looked at me and said "I may have just met you 2 minutes ago, but I'm here for you." She was nice and all, but I wasn't ready to be adopted. Well anyways, that's the story about how my parents died. The lady who I had mentioned is the same person who adopted me. She's now my adoption mother. I'm now living with her, my adoption dad and a boy who is now my brother. His name is Justin and he is 16, (2 years younger than I was). This was my new family and a new life for me.
