Personal Narrative: The Man Who Killed My Uncle

In May of 2013 my grandma was in front of my little cousins preschool waiting for school to be let out when she was stabbed. Her killer’s name, Nahn at the time I only knew his first name. It wasn’t until a few days later that I discovered his last name it was a name I knew well Dong. The reason I didn’t recognize his name was because I only referred to him as Uncle. I believe that the actions of certain family members do not represent us as individuals.
It took a few days for the news to sink in but when it did it hit me like a bulldozer. A million thoughts were racing in my head. My uncle killed my grandma. He killed his step-mom, why her? But the thought that lingers longer than others is what if I turn into a killer too? If my uncle