I’ll never forget when my daughter was shot. I just got finished praying. My neighbor was so loud. People filled the streets. It was the usual hot September day. A go-go band had just performed. I heard five shots, got down on my knees again, not been knowing that this time I was praying for my own child.
I got that devastating phone call that no parent wants to get. “Ms. Tyreese, Brittany just got shot.” I didn’t know whether my child was dead or alive. I screamed to the top of my lungs to the point my son ran out his room and said, “Ma, what’s wrong?” This day changed me and my family’s life forever.
My daughter survived because of Jesus. She learned a valuable lesson that day that’s she always tells me, “Ma, thank you for your prayers. They work.” God, thank you for sparing my child’s life and giving her a second chance to be a great daughter, mother, sister, aunt, friend, etc. My life wouldn’t be the same without my child in it.