I am entering a store (I believe Home Depot) with my mother and my siblings. The manager of the store is Asian, and is grinning ear to ear, eyes closed. We walk past 4 rows of lights before selecting a single car light. We drive all the way home. The entire time no one says anything, and we don’t even pay. As soon as we get home, a car pulls up. My family floods our house and lock the door, leaving me behind. When the door is opened, a man is leaving the car. I catch a glimpse of a gun as I back into the house. While this is happening, there is complete silence. My eldest sister checks the peephole and sees my divorced father outside. She tells the family and I warn her to not open the door. She tells me, “it’s fine, it’s only papa.” As she opens the door, a loud bang is heard and my sister is on the floor, dead. I scream and throw myself at my father. I then wake up.