I was thirteen when I found out one of my homeboys got killed. It was a Saturday, and my moms had left the house before we had woke up. I figured she went shopping or something. She was gone the whole day.
Evening rolls around, and no moms. No phone call no nothing. At this point I'm shook cuz I'm scared something has happened to her. I finally asked my pops "Where's mom, and do you think she's alright

?" He's told "She's fine. You little partner messed around and got killed last night, so she had to go out and watch his little sister while their parents are talking care of business

."
I was pissed at how

he was about it. Like he was describing the weather or some shyt. shyt shook me up so bad I couldn't go to the funeral. I couldn't see my mans like that
