The Accident
Published on February 10th, 2009.
Wham! A ten-wheeler truck hit my 7-year old playmate and when I found her, she lay on the street lifeless. All I could do was stare at the body from my uncle’s house. My Father saw me standing and asked me what’s wrong, but I was too numb to speak.
As I stared at the body of my playmate, her Mother, wearing curlers and her duster, and Father, without his slippers, cried. I was 9 years old then.
Now I’m 32, but I can still see it all happen so clearly in my mind. That accident taught me that I don’t own my life.
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