If you’re interested in sharing your opinion on any cultural, political or personal topic, create an  account here  and check out our  how-to post  to learn more. Opinions are the writer’s own and not those of Blavity's. ____ Twenty years ago, I was a 7-year-old in Ms. Hodgeson’s third-grade class. It was a Tuesday. My mom dropped me off at daycare before heading to work. Like most Tuesdays, I ate breakfast and walked to my classroom. As the morning settled, I felt the energy shift. Ms. Hodgeson had a look of worry on her face but was doing her best to remain calm for her students. A short while later, a voice on the classroom intercom announced that I was being picked up early. I walked to the office and found a family member there waiting for me. We picked up my sister from the neighboring middle school and headed home. On other days, I’d have been happy to have an early departure, but that day felt different. I walked into our apartment to see my mom in shock on the sofa, unable...