• "Dad, you should slow down". He was always driving too fast. I'd told him a million times, but i swear, he never listened. I remember distinctly saying that to him, that day. that day, when my life was shattered into a kaleidoscope of problems and pain.
    I remember what happened in the next five minutes. My dad, looked out his window for some reason, and while he was distracted, a huge eighteen- wheel truck rounded the corner. It was going to fast and was out of control. It barreled straight towards our little car. So, I acted instinctively, and grabbing the wheel, and twisting it hard to the right. the car swerved of the road, and into a tree, which fell on our car.
    I was breathing heavily, and I knew I was hurt, but what about Dad? "Dad, Daddy!" No answer. I looked to my right, and saw that he was slumped in his seat. i shook his shoulder, "Daddy, are you all right?" Still no response, so i put my head to his chest and listened for a pulse. there was none, though.
    When the medical teams arrived, i had long since passed out from loss of blood. When I woke up in the ER, my mom told me that we were moving to New York as soon as i was better.
    I had alot of secrets, but the worst was also the most honest,
    It was all my fault.