Sweet little girl,

Standing there with her teddy in her arms,

Listening to screams of fear and pain,

Staring and ignoring the sounds,

As she witnessed a gray silver object turn dark crimson red,

She watched as the woman fell on her knees, then body,

The woman that she referred to as “mommy”,

Her grip on her teddy tightened, but she was neither scared nor frightened,

The killer walked to the door as the sweet little girl followed,

Her delicate footsteps overpowered by the sound of the killer’s boots,

When he reached the door knob a sudden stop,

There stood a man, a man the little girl called “daddy”,

Her father looked around to see the little girl’s mother,

Drenched in her own blood, anger boiled within the father,

A fist was raised and an intense fist fight began,

Her father worn out as the man still stood strong,

One fist then a twist of the neck,

The little girl watched as her father fell,

She had seen her parents die yet she did not care,

She was not sad, angry, scared, but curious,

She walked up to the man and tapped his shoulder,

He turned around, “who awe wu” she said being only 3,

The man laughed and smiled,

He petted her head and said, “sweet little girl, I’m your big brother”