SHATTERED MIND - SHATTERED MIRRORS

Sometimes I can’t think straight, sometimes I don’t even know how to react. My mother died when I was just nine years old, my brother Trayvon was three. I was traumatized about what I had saw that night and besides, I never wanted my moms to die, I mean, who would? So much stuff was going through my head. That was eight years ago, that was the last I saw of her………