So after I turned four my parent's really started to notice I was a genius. Were Korean but for some reason we live in America I guess my dad got a promotion or something. But they speak Korean. around the house so I know the language fluently.
I know English fluently as well. but one day I begged to go to the movies and, as we were coming back from the movie a mugger shows up he holds a gun to my mother and father I didn't know what was going on at the time I was smart but I had no common sense.
my father didn't seem phased but my mom was terrified. me still thinking it was a joke started to move around and started asking the guy questions. and he looks even more pissed of now so he decided to shoot me but my mother jumped in front of me taking the bullet for me. I was terrified I had never heard anything so loud and had never seen anything so powerful to pierce through someone's body.
I was petrified at the sight in front of me my mom lay there lifeless and not moving life drained from her body. my dad had already rushed the guy and had him in the ground hitting relentlessly till he died.
the next thing I knew we were at a police station and they were asking my father a lot of questions and my dad was just angry. he refused to even look at me he was so angry and I couldn't blame him I was the reason for my mother's death that will always be my fault and I will never forget.