"Did you help your brothers kill your parents?" The prosecutor asked. I always got annoyed because she always asked me the same question. But my answer was always the same. "No" I said. "Okay," she says, "Did you ever think your family was...... perfect?" She finished. It seemed like a simple but it wasn't easy answering. I looked at my brothers for like 30 seconds and looked at the board full of crime scene photos of my murdered parents. "Answer the question, Ms. Menendez." The judge said getting tired of my silence. " Ms. Menendez was my mother. I'm Aaliyah. And no we weren't the perfect family. You will never know what we went through."