(Continuation)


Then when I got home, we were supposed to
have guest come over, and then around 5:30, we
get a call from my dad. He was in a can accident.

My mom and brother rushed out of the house. I
grabbed my cell and house keys and left. We
didn't know where he was, so we went around,
until I heard the police at the Park on Fairport.

So, I ran like I was back in Track. The moment I
saw the car, I went to the ground and started
crying. Cause it wasn't a pretty sight.

The whole thing was flipped,
from the front of the car to the driver's seat was crushed
and I was panicking.

Some lady on the side saw my crying and took me
to the ambulence beside the car. Dad was okay...
sorta. And then my niece and Cousin were in the car
too.

So then I had ANOTHER Panic attack. Cause it's
only been a year since my cousin came to Canada
and my niece just recently turned 2.

THEN i had ANOTHER panic attack thinking about
the insurance. Plus, that car had always had  a special
part in my heart (in the car I really like sorta way).

But, I'll tell you guys about the gorey stuff at school.


Ready for a cry down?