That Day

I found out that day that my father died trying to break up a fight between his two friends. I found out that day that my family carried the genes of warriors, wolf warriors to be specific. Among these great warriors was my brother and my father. I also found out that day that I could only truly trust my family, but after what had happened to me that day, I didn’t even want to trust them. I learned so much that day, including how vicious the world can truly be, how vicious my world really is. That day, I learned that my dreams were not coincidences; they were reality. Perhaps this seems like a cheesy saying, “Make your dreams a reality,” but it isn’t. My dreams are reality, whether they are good or bad. The scary part is that they are mostly bad.