Dear diary,
So I was thinking about the past when i was 8 and my mom pasted away. I never really understood why god took my mom and dad away from me. I had to go to theropy for it. My family never understood me. I will always rememeber the night it happed.
(Flashback)
It was about 3 am and I hear ambulance truck outside my appartment and i freak out and start to wake up my brothers. I started to ask whats going on and they just tell me they didnt know. My step-dad starts to tell us not to worry about it too much. Its now about 3:10 and my sister recives a call and answers it. The doctor tells her she might want to get to the hospital now. My sister calls her friend to come pick me and my brothers up from our appartment to take us to the hospital. My sisters friend picked us up and took us to the waiting room off the hospital. My brothers and me are confused about whats happening right now.
(Skipping a little ahead)
The doctor finally comes and takes us to another room thats is now filled with 9 people. He tells us all to take a seat so i go and sit on my sisters lap. He starts to tell us our bad news and everyone starts to cry but my half brother. We are all crying and he tells us we can go see her body and i was the only one who didnt want to go see it so i sat alone. I didnt understand what was going on. It was time for us to go and i finally decided i wanted to go see my mommys dead body. i went to see it and i was scared.
(End of flashback)
So now you know diary i have lived a horrible life. I still never understood why they took my mommy away from me and couldnt take anyone else.
Love,
Jeshell
