Hello my name is Justin Guidry, and my story takes place in Opelousas, Louisiana, in March 1997. At this time we — dad and us four children — were all living with our grandma in her tiny one bedroom house while my dad fixed up a trailer he placed nearby in our grandma’s yard. On this day dad was at work, so grandma was watching us and was almost done cooking lunch. She looked around and realized my younger brother Jonathon wasn’t inside, so she sent me out to get him. I found him sitting under the trailer right below the doorframe, and in his hands was our father’s loaded, unsecured shotgun. I took the gun away from him, and since the trailer didn’t have stairs yet, I had to climb into the trailer to put the gun away. As I was climbing into the trailer, my foot slipped, causing me to fall several feet back to the ground with the gun still in my hands. The impact caused me to blackout for few seconds, and when I came to, Jonathon was laying there with a hole the size of a baseball where his heart used to be.