"Where is the money?"
I froze, heart pumping, sweat pouring down my body as I stayed as still as possible. He asked me again in a deep voice, trying to hide his face with his free arm but not letting me go from the neck.
"Take it out," another guy demanded in a calm voice as if he had done this his whole life. He pointed a shiny black gun at my head.
I felt the barrel move down to my ribs as the guy attempted to hide his gun from the neighbor who had just come out of his house. That neighbor could have done something to stop them, but instead he looked away and simply walked back into his house as if he had never seen a thing.
That Wednesday, I felt like my life was seconds away from existing. I experienced what unfortunately many mothers, fathers and grandparents have experienced.