It was my day off, so I did the normal: cleaned, moved furniture around and went grocery shopping for the week. We visited some friends that day and ate dinner with them. I wanted to get back home because of a movie I wanted to watch.
My little one and I came home, got ready for the night and then sat in the family room to watch TV. After a while, I heard something that sounded like coins dropping. Immediately recognizing that someone was shooting, I grabbed my baby and hit the floor. Thinking the bullets were coming through the front or someone was shooting from the front of the apartment, I tucked my baby under me and tried to crawl, rushing to the kitchen. While doing so, I was hit in the shoulder, not knowing the bullets were coming through the kitchen walls. I remember checking to see if my baby was hit; she was fine, looking as if she didn’t know what was going on. Moving to the kitchen, shots were still going off. They hit the air conditioning unit. Not feeling anything, but knowing I was hit, I made a run for it, to the bathroom, and called my family.