Sistas In the Game

Christmas they just cried with me while I held them in my arms feeling lonely, empty, and confused. I was just sitting there that Christmas morning in front of the burial site tears streaming down my face, and my baby girls in tow. I could not believe that at age 35 I became a single, widowed mom by default. It seemed to me that my whole life was coming to a standstill; no one could ever imagine the pain I was feeling. The love hollowness that I was feeling, the love that was taken away from my family when they killed him, they killed me. So, I had to remain strong for my girls, and they held me up the best way they could. Not knowing that throughout it all her girls made a pact to find their fathers killer and live on in his legacy until they do.