What more is worse? Dreadful night.

I'm sitting on my balcony reminiscing about the past. My life with my wife and kids. All the laughter that filled the house like the rays of the sun fill the earth upon a clear sky. As I am drawn to this illusion, my eyes fill with tears as I come to realise that no more of that laughter, sweet and melodious, will come my way again. It's all gone. It all happened a year ago after my wedding anniversary. We had just landed back from the Carribean Islands where we renewed our vows and just had fun with our two lovely dolls, Jacy and Stacy. We landed at the Jomo Kenyatta International Airport at around seven o'clock in the evening and headed straight home. Our househelp prepared a light meal for us before she left for her house. After dinner, Jacy and Stacy went to sleep immediately and my wife and I followed shortly after. As I got into bed, the phone rang. I picked it up and a hoarse cold voice asked for me. "Speaking," I answered. "Get ready for the night of your life!" the voice told me. "Wha..wha..what do you mean?" "Just get ready!" "But -" There was a loud bang on the door before I could finish my sentence. I heard the door crashing down and footsteps running up the stairs. The phone slid out of my hand and it crashed on the floor. My wife looked at me in consternation but there was no time to explain. I heard Jacy scream for me while Stacy called out to my wife. For a moment I was confused, then I remembered I had a gun. I reached for the drawer case beside my bed but before I got my gun out, my bedroom door crashed into the room. Three Goliaths of men stood before my wife and I with rifles. We were ordered to get down to the living room. In the living room, my twin daughters lay gagged on the floor. My wife and I were thrown to the ground and gagged. Then the ordeal started. I was forced to watch as my wife and twelve-year old daughters were mutilated. They were raped for more than an hour and I could see blood all over. I felt a strong pain at the back of my neck as darkness overcame my world. When I regained consciousness, the room was empty except for the bodies of my lovely ladies. I crawled to my two daughters but they were already cold with death. My wife was writhing in pain and she grew cold in my arms. My wife, an epitome of pulchritude, was no more. "God, why this? Why should this happen to me?" I cried out in pain. My world was shattered and was crumbling down before me. I felt as though the world was turning its back on me. I wished the ground could open up and swallow me alive. I pulled myself onto my feet and tried to reach for my phone but I collapsed. I woke up a week later in a hospital room. That was a year ago, now I live alone in peace. The memories of that fateful night still haunt me. A tear or two drops when I remember of it all. The laughter of my two little angels is what keeps me going day by day. That's the worst experience I'll ever have in my life. Peace.