My name is Ada. In 2018, my world was shattered when my baby boy was shot and killed at a basketball court. He was 17. Forever 17. I only had two sons. My world is forever rocked by this loss.
This was my baby. My child I carried — now he is gone. So many nights I cried and cried. The pits of my stomach ached. I actually discovered where my “soul” is; the pain was hollow, and you could literally feel it. The pain never goes away. You just get stronger.