I was just a tot when my mother was killed.
What do you think of that?
She was killed by a man who was not very skilled.
He always wore a battered brimmed hat.
At first he was kind and quite funny.
He brought candy and snacks and pop.
He hugged and kissed and called us honey.
Sometimes he took us all out to shop.
Then something happened that made mommy not like him.
She asked him to stop coming round.
When she said that he looked very grim.
Mother's sister returned his dark frown.
He shot them both in the head.
So that is why my mother is dead.