Save Them.

Two brothers staying together in a field of flowers.
Faster. Faster. Faster.

Oh my goodness, my legs. They hurt. They hurt so bad.

I'm proud of myself for working out more, but damn, my legs hurt. I can’t stop though. I have to get to them. All I hear are screams and gunshots and tires screeching. 
But, Jesus Christ. What in God’s name just happened?

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I’m such a distracted driver. I should really stop responding to texts whenever I’m on the road. I read somewhere that a lady would literally pull over every single time that she wanted to respond while driving. Ha! Not I.

Hey. Will you be able to pick me up when we are done?

I already knew who it was, and was already there. I figured since I wasn’t doing anything at home, I’d head out to church and wait for her practice to be over there. I thought there’d be more traffic on the road, but no. So instead, I got there half an hour early.
Sigh.
What to do, what to do. I guess I’ll take a walk.

I can’t remember the last time I took a walk. It feels so weird. We’ve been going to church here for about a year now, and I am not familiar with this area at all. Well, no time like the present.
House, after house, after house. Regular neighborhood. Nothing different. Nothing new. Nothing special. Friends taking selfies. Kids playing football. Boys running from man with a gun. Girls giggling. Old lady carrying groceries.

Wait, what?

Their screams didn’t even register in my mind until I took my eyes off of the old lady.
There’s two of them. One definitely younger than the other, and both running for their lives.
What in God’s name is happening right now? Where’s their mom? What is wrong with this dude? In broad daylight? Huh? What the hell is going on?

I can’t move. I should move. I should call 911. Yeah. That's what I should do. Okay. Call 911. Call 911 now.

I couldn’t even get my phone. I’m not proud of this. I’m not. But I couldn’t move. You never see this. Not in real life. Not at all. What the hell is going on right now? I really should call 911. Right now.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

No! 
What the hell am I doing? Why am I running?
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As I got closer to the main road I could see the chaos more clearly. Mom is dead. Three gunshot wounds to her back. Quick and painless. Hopefully. Right at the edge bringing the sidewalk to the road. Right in front of both of them.
Damn. 
And right across from church.Where everyone is leaving choir practice. Through the front door. Including her.

No! Faster. Faster. Faster. Run faster.

Bang!

You would think these gunshots would make me stop running towards the chaos. I’m not a superhero. I’m not Wonder Woman. I’m not even Harley Quinn. I’m me. A regular girl, taking a walk for the first time around her church. As far as I’m concerned, the only real superheroes are Nobel Peace Prize winners and Jesus. Seriously.
But…
That’s my sister. 
I have to at least try. So, I ran. 

Then, I passed a body. I couldn’t slow down but…. It’s him! He’s on the ground. He’s still moving. Blood is everywhere. Who shot him?
Cops! Yes!
Crap! I didn’t call 911. But there are cops here so it's all good. I can focus.

“Min!”
Min? Who’s Min?
There he was. The younger one. Standing in the middle of the road. The very busy road. With all the cars driving by, honking and swerving. 
Ah, home…. I’m so proud of you guys  -_-
“Jamal! Jamal!” he cried. Still standing in the middle of the road.
How is this kid still alive? And why am I still running towards him? Oh s-

You know, I never considered myself as one having any upper body strength. It’s all in my thighs. So when I picked this kid up, what seemed like effortlessly to me, I’m pretty sure - you know, if I wasn’t facing certain death - I impressed even myself. He just felt so light. Adrenaline is a powerful thing y’all. Soo…. what now? There’s a car coming right us and he doesn’t look like he’s about to swerve.  God. Damn. it.

Powerful thighs to the rescue. I’ve never jumped like this before. In fact I don’t like to jump. Ladies with big boobs should not be allowed to jump. Except at concerts. In V-necks. That’s it. Not even into the windshield of a car in order to save a random kid in front of her church. Nope. Not even then.

Sigh.

But here I am. Wow, that hurt. The car slammed into the electric pole making the both of us aggressively rolled off of the hood and landed on the ground. With him wrapped like a burrito into my torso, he didn’t feel the impact. Thank God. Okay…. I’m going to sleep now….

The loudest shriek I’ve ever heard in my life sliced through my ears and abruptly woke me up. Jesus, I didn’t know my sister had such a powerful set of lungs on her. All I see are faces. And people moving. My sister crying. PC trying to talk to me, or everyone else - I can’t tell. Mrs. PC no doubt putting her nursing expertise to good use. Sam making me comfortable. The boys…
Where are the boys? Where’s Min? And Jamal? Where are they? Wait, what’s happening? What happened? I’m fine. Let me go.
“Stop moving. You’re bleeding and we need to stop it while we wait for the ambulance.” 
I’m bleeding. From where? Oh. My head. That would explain the headache… and blurriness…. And the intermittent lack of consciousness. Okay….

“What happened to her?”
“She sustained injuries that caused internal bleeding. We had to take her to surgery immediately and we were able to stop the bleeding. She did sustain a massive brain injury when she hit her head, but we got there in time. Barring any complications, your daughter should be just fine.”
Where am I? Wow, I never thought opening my eyes would ever hurt.
“Oh my goodness. Are you okay? Do you need anything? Does it hurt? Where? Where does it hurt? I’ll get the doctor right now. Excuse me! Nurse! Nurse! We need the doctor!”
Jesus, mummy. Stop.

So hospital. Got it. Seems like everyone is here. Church, check. Family, check. Friends, check. 
Jesus, man I sure hope so.

“Umm, where are they?” Okay, why does my throat hurt? Seriously. I had brain surgery.
“Who?”
“The boys. You know? Min and Jamal?”
“Oh, yes. They were checked out already. Social Services came and got them. They’re fine. Now you need to rest young lady.” Okay, nurse Ratched, I’m 25. Relax. 
“Mummy can you please find out about those boys, please?”
“You heard the nurse. You need to rest.”
“I know. That’s why you’re going to find out for me. I love you.”
“This child….” She still loves me.
I just need to know they’re okay and not going-
“The lady said that they are being taken to the foster house in Queens. Now will you rest?” Oh, hell no.
“EXCUSE ME!!! Social Service lady!!! Yes. I see you standing out there.” 
I mean, these are glass walls.
“Yes, sweetheart?” Excuse me, I’m 25!
“Yes. Min and Jamal. Where will they be staying while things get sorted out?”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.”
“That’s not what I asked.” 
“You don’t have to worry about it. You did a great thing today. Not many people would have done that. Rest. Get better. You did good.”
“Answer my question lady.” Ooooh, she doesn’t like me… like I care.
“They’ll be going into the foster care system. Hopefully to get adopted, but probably not. At least, not together.” You better lose the attitude sis...
“I’ll adopt them.” 
No hesitation or anything. I’m on a roll today. I especially love everyone’s facial expressions. Priceless.
“Excuse me?”
“I’ll adopt them.”
“I…. I don’t think…. No. That’s…. Not ....”
“Wow, you give us Social Workers a bad name. 
Let me make this easy for you. I’m 25. I have a LCSW license and a real estate business. I make more money than you, I guarantee it, and I live in a condo big enough for the three of us. 

I’ll adopt them.”

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