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The Freedom of Forgiveness

jog. “What happened?” I asked. They just looked at me, and it was as if things were moving in slow motion.

I asked again and again what had happened. Getting no immediate answer from either one of them I started screaming and crying out, “Where is Mama? What happened to Mama?”

Finally, my stepfather turned to me with tears running down his face and said these words to me, “Allen, Glo is dead, Glo is dead!” Glo was the name we sometimes used to call mom affectionately.

At that moment, I was flooded with emotions. I was overwhelmed. I screamed at the top of my lungs, “Noooooooooo, please God, noooooo!” I ran toward the walkway leading to the front door, but immediately a couple of police officers grabbed me and told me I couldn’t go in. I tried to pull away from them and go inside, but they continued to hold me and restrain me,