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It was the year 2006 I was three years old, my father got killed .

My mom and family went to buried him my mom had told me my father got killed in Honduras because he was in a gang .my father was shot seven times and cut him in pieces. I remember seeing my dad before they went to bury him I was sad and I remember seeing blood. After I remember my mom living us and I never saw her again until I was 12 because my grandma my stepfather was abusing my sister and they used to hit us.