Emily

We could all really use a cookie vacay.

Tuesday.

This is Tuesday the 13th, less than a week since Rene Good had been killed.

Once again, I had dropped Augie off at school and I was driving home and suddenly all these vehicles start swerving around my car and I'm a little bit boxed in.

And then I started hearing the whistles, and so I decide to get out.

There's ICE agents all over.

They're going up to an apartment building, yelling, you've got to open up the door.

And, you know, the crowd is slowly growing, but pretty quiet.

And then they come out of the apartment building, and they have...

two guys who, to me, looked like children, early 20s at the oldest, but I'd be surprised if it was even that.

One of them is wearing a T-shirt and shorts, even though it's, you know, it's very cold outside.

Yeah.

And when we see the kids,

We just start screaming... Shame on you!

Shame on you.

I'm a mom.

You know, like, shame on you is the words that come to mind.

And we're yelling, you know, they're kids, and...

Sorry, this is going to be the hardest part for me.

So everything escalated, I should just say first, like everything escalated very quickly.