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“When I saw your buddy beat in my father’s face until it was unrecognizable, until the shard of bone driven into his brain took his life. When I saw him shove my father's body back into the car next to my terrified, trapped and helpless mother before he causally strangled the life from her… Well, I was just a kid, home from school for Christmas Break, again.
“I was back in that night. Standing at the door while two police officers told me that I was never going to hear my mother play piano or sing again. I was never going to be able to hug her or tell her I loved her again. That the father I’d spent my whole life desperately trying to make proud, to be good enough for… It was never going to happen. I would never earn his approval, I’d never even see him again because after what your buddy did to him it was a closed casket funeral. The last words I'd ever speak to him would have been said in anger.
“I watched your buddy’s hands brutally take my parents’ lives. And I was just a kid again and I lashed out… But you don’t care about that do you? Any more than the families of those who died at Lagos care about your desperation to have your friend, your last connection to your past, safe at your side again.
“You don’t respect their pain. You don’t respect mine. Why do you expect that we should respect yours?”