Deborah Flores
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48 appearances
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1 series
first heard Jan 2025
last heard Jan 2025
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I've never turned down an opportunity to keep what happened to him in the public's eye. Just be relentless, be on that corner every weekend, put flyers up if they got torn down, do interviews, do whatever I could think of. I wanted them to see my son because there's always a possibility that the right person could be listening.
My name is Deborah Flores. I am a mother of two boys.
My wardrobe became a pair of black pants and a referee shirt. I became a mom at a young age, and so it was a little bit difficult to learn the ropes, but it was definitely life-changing.
They would hang out in the bedroom, laying on the floor, watching scary movies. And I can hear them upstairs, you know, screaming and just carrying on. And they had fun together. They had a lot of fun together.
I had gotten some advice from the person who was working on getting him to the Job Corps. And he said to me, when it gets close to the time that your son is going to be
leaving we always tell the parents this you know try to keep your son focused on the fact that they're getting ready to leave you know not let them go out and you know run around with their friends he goes the reason I'm telling you this is because it never fails right before some of these kids get ready to leave something happens
I just wanted him to stay home and spend time with me and family because we're not going to be able to see him for a while. I didn't tell him what the Job Corps person told me. I just told him that, you know, just hang out here for the next week or so. And he didn't like it because friends kept, I think, calling him and saying, hey, let's hang out.
We're not going to, you know, be able to do this much longer.
It was a Sunday. He finally came out of his room. He said, Mom, I'm going to go with my friends and we're just going to go play video games at the friend's house. And I said, I thought you were going to stay here and hang out with me. He said, Mom, I live here. I have plenty of time to be with you. He said, I won't be gone that long. I'm just going to go for a little while.
He goes, I can't stand being in the house in my room like this. I need to get some fresh air. I need to get outside and get some fresh air.
And I just remember being in the kitchen. It was one of my son's friends. And they said, I think you better come outside. I think someone just shot Aaron. I just dropped the phone and I ran to my boyfriend and I said, someone just called here and said to go outside because somebody shot Anton. And I ran. I ran towards the door. We didn't know what had been going on outside.
We didn't know if there was any danger out there still. I didn't care. I just wanted to get to my son. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was just lights and sirens everywhere. Fire trucks, ambulance. The street was blocked off. There was crime scene tape tied around everything. All the neighbors were outside. There were police just walking the streets with flashlights.
Where they took my son, not knowing if he was even alive. I tried not to think of the worst, only because I just couldn't process if that was the truth. I was just in shock. Have you ever seen the Charlie Brown cartoon on TV at Christmastime? The voice, it's not even... Words, it's just sound. That's what I heard.
thing around me was just spinning really fast. I didn't feel anything. I was numb, almost too much for one person to even bear because it's the most tragic, just horrific thing that can happen to a parent. It's not supposed to happen.
They had us go to the police station because they wanted to question us to see if they could find out if we knew why this would have happened. They asked, you know, what we did that day, where he was during the day, who his friends were. I had given them every name of every kid that I thought he ever knew and their phone numbers by the time they were even asking me for it.
I wanted them to hurry up and do their job. After we were there for about several hours, they finally let us go.
I thought to myself that a lot of people get shot, you know, and survive. So why should my son be any different?
One of the detectives told me that my son had died and I just lost control of everything. He just said it. I wanted out of there. I said, let me out of here. Just let me out of here. I was so angry. that I had been stuck there all that time while my son was in the hospital. And I had no idea when it had happened. Was he still alive when he got to the hospital? I don't know.
Nobody's answering any of these questions for me. So I just collapsed. I couldn't walk. I couldn't say anything but sit there on the ground. Like I couldn't even get up. They all helped me up. My boyfriend, my dad, and my best friend.
When you first walk in, there's a room off to the side and they call it the quiet room. And that's where they put family members until the doctor comes to tell them that their loved one died. And it keeps them separate from the public in the waiting room. You can't really hear them crying. So when we got to the hospital, we walked in. One of my co-workers came around and
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