My Life In Words

Father's Death

2001, 11th September
The time were around 2am when the channel on the TV changed.
The news was on.
I waked up, I saw a aireplane crash, I was screaming "Mom! Look, look! Planes!".
I was pointing on the TV as she came, she looked a little bit closer, then she falled on the floor, crying.
She were screaming and crying.
Me, just a 3 years old boy, didn't understood what was going on.
Neither did my siblings.
Victoria, my 10years old sister, she understood, she ran to the cell phone to call the police, since, she were screaming and were so crazy!
My mom start hit me, I didn't know why.
Everyhing was about our fathers dead.
In the call, they said, "112 here, what can we help you with?".
"C-come, just h-here please!", she were screaming and hoping that this were just a dream.
"Where are you, you know that?", they asked her.
No answers.
"Can we talk with your father or mother?"
"Just c-come here!", she also told where we lived.
For around 5minutes, they came to the house, open the door and fastly ran inside, to find us.
Two polices took my mom, in the car, she were shaking and crying, there were razors all over the floor, there were pills everywhere.
I was laying on the floor, hurted from all the hits she did.
I was also crying, just like everyone else.
Even though that only Lucas, Victoria and mom knew what happen.
A girl and a boy police, came to me, the girl picked me up as the boy called an abulance.
A boy police was talking to Victoria and Lucas.
Three other polices took Malin and Jacob and talked to them and explain in a child way, what was going on.
They took my mom to the police offer, and then to the hospital.
Then, the police took each of us to a police car.
Victoria and Lucas in the same, Malin alone and Jacob alone.
I got to the hospital also, but not the same.