look at the trees. the hurt is still there. the hurt my mom went through. i just visualize her face and i go like -- i can't talk about it today. my mom beulah mae donald, she was a well-liked person. she volunteered at the time working with children, a mom. >> makeichael was my brother. he was well-loved and quiet and he worked at night and he kept my oldest son during the daytime. >> michael was a well-mannered and a polite young man.