Yes, this is the worst imaginable day for a parent. Wrong. The worst day for Tracy Martin and Sybrina Fulton is the day they finally stop the phony denial and publicly accept and confess that they have bred a teenage murderer through their own failure to form a moral character in their get.
And that one day it may occur to them as some kind of epiphany filtering through their befuddlement, that they have been conned by their own BGI peddlers. Their greed is the fulcrum of incalculable damage not only to George Zimmerman, his wife, and his kin; but also to the very fiber that barely yet holds our society together in the last days of unity centered on the inestimable but fading value of a human soul.
It is not at all clear that they have the intellectual equipment to entertain the concept without further measures that would take them aside for a complete self-examination.