"Bao! Let's help mom with Mei-Xing!" I suggest.
"Alright, Phoenix," My brother agrees. My name is Phoenix. My dad named me, while mom named my twin brother, Bao. We are ten years old. Mei-Xing, our little sister, is three. We run to where mom is tending our little sister. "Mom! Do you want help?" We ask simultaneously.
"Well, actually I need some stuff from the garden. I can't leave Mei-Xing for that long," mom suggests.
"Sure!" we shout and run to the garden.
An hour later, we see our father, Feng, as we are getting back with the vegetables. Dad is arguing with our mom, Hua, over something that I can't recall. When mom and dad see us coming, they stop arguing. Dad takes the vegetables while mom takes Mei-Xing. That night, after dinner, we both go to bed.
An hour after bed, we wake up to the sounds of a struggle. Bao and I run out of our room. We hear a pained shriek. When we reach the living room, we gasp. We see mom, still and covered with blood. She's dead! We look up and see father clutching a bloodied knife in his hands. I run away to my sister's room and take her. I meet Bao when he is running away. We take Mei-Xing and disappear from my father's clutches.
