To the survivors of The Sandy Hook Tragedy

While I sat down and thought I would write a tear touched my cheek.  I thought, “What would life for me be like if I lose my brother”. My brother is only five years old; this year he entered elementary school. Before December 14 I use to take life for granted. I thought I was secure or was I? At least I thought that I was. I did what I could to be safe.

Little did I know that sometimes it’s not up to us. The security around us in school has been proven to be not me enough. A lot can be done to improve our safety in school but there is little money to do it all. I am here and I feel your pain. I have felted it for quite some time. Maybe in different forms, for instance my father does not live in the United States. I see him about once a year if I can.

I miss him and I wake up every day with him on my mind. All my life I have heard heroes are only actors in a movie but this theory has been proven wrong. Those teachers in Newtown, Connecticut are the real deal. They sacrificed their lives to save those innocent children and others.