Well I was feeling so excited about my Monday, finally feeling like the curse was lifted off me. It wasn’t, my baby cousin was murdered tonight and there is no suspect in sight. He was only 17 years old, the same age I told my son he couldn’t hang out. The same age, he was mad about cause I wouldn’t let him dance and sing out. The age of innocence, and laughter. Now, all I can do is imagine him on the slab cold and lonely. God makes no mistakes, but what about him? Why so early? why do I have to go through something again??????