Edited: This is loosely based off of what happened to us. There were some changes.
Story Six
Kwan
Don't let him in
I may not remember this, but my mom does. She told me about the time a criminal wanted her to help him get away from the cops. I know it isn't scary, but the fact that we could've gotten ourselves killed, is.
I was five when this happened. My family use to live in New Jersey and the neighborhood we lived in wasn't safe at all. There were some days the neighborhood kids would play a game of finding bullets laying on dirt. Anyways, my mom was a stay at home mom, taking care of the three of her children while my dad worked as a mechanic.
My mom told me that on a Saturday, she was in the living room, watching TV while my brothers and I were playing in our room. She was watching the news and there was pursuit. A man, who she said was running from the police for drug possession. The helicopter showed the man running towards our neighborhood. My mom locked the doors and windows. The man so happened to be standing on a small roof of the apartment below us. My brother Henry got out of our room to see what was going on. My other brother Steve and I didn't know what was happening until Henry ran to our room, telling us to hide in the closet. We stayed for an hour until mom told us it was safe to get out.
As I got older, I asked my mom what happened that day. She said, "I never told you or your brothers about this, but the man who was on pursuit wanted me to let him in. I refused and I was at the point to push him off the roof with a broom."