I don't know how I ended up here. When I was younger I used to think that I would grow up to have the perfect life. Find a man, settle down, have some kids; you know the drill. But somewhere along the way, I just a
took a turn down the wrong path.
It was my senior year of college, there were 2 weeks left until graduation, I'd been on the hunt for a new job for months. All my time was being spent studying for finals, while all my friends were out getting wasted at frat parties. I had so much anxiety, I felt like there was a force pushing down on me those last few weeks.
Between the constant fear of not being able to support myself in the real world, and the lack of sleep I was getting from my all-nighters, I was starting to think that I would never be able to live in the perfect world I had always dreamed about.
I had never been a very lucky person myself. Always missed the bus or embarrassed myself in front of my crush. But these must have been the worst couple of weeks of my life. It all started completely and utterly tragically.
I received news that my older sister, Kaitlyn Kuhn, had been pronounced dead. She'd gotten in a car accident while driving her children back home from school. To make matters worse, her youngest daughter Ashtyn, had also been killed from impact.
They had a funeral arranged together, it was for the same date as my graduation. I had to decide my own fate.
Go to the funeral of my sister and niece, or graduate.
