The father took his daughter to school. Then came the gunshot.

My mind just fell, like, and I felt sick. I went in right after the police did it. I think it was very confusing. “It looks like you're on the team.” “Like.” The door opened and the kids started to come out. Many of the first ones were injured. Many of them were cut with glass. I was looking for my girl. That was my prioritization. I just wanted to find them and be safe. “One or two.” I quickly found the olives, and I couldn't find June. “What was the moment when you saw June?” It was like the most obvious relief. “It's so sad.” It's hard to feel such a relief when we know a family that is so painful right now. Those moments come back to me. It's just this unforgettable, visceral sensation. “One thing. I feel pretty good today. Yeah, better than yesterday. Even better. I'm playing some new sports. I'm starting volleyball. I'm pretty excited about school starting back-ups, but I'm nervous. I hope that what happened never happens again. “We represent the family of Announcement and will be here as parents tonight.” I have a lot of anger over this pattern. I helped my first graders get bloody. “You're having problems when you have more guns than the American people.” “Yes.” “Yes.” “Yes.” It hits near the house. And I'm so mad that it lasts.