When that night happened I was 7. If it were you, you would have been effected too. I was 5 when my mom died. My dad never talks about her. I never met her family either. I thought it was weird but what could i do. I wish I knew what actually happened that night. It haunts me to this day. I wish it could be different. I wish I never went through that. Nobody believes me when I tell the story. "Your a child." They say "You have a good imagination." They say. I wish people believe me. It was heart stopping and torturing to live through.
