Me and my family were tight; my parents, brother, and sister. It was perfect and there was nothing that I wanted more than what I dalready had. I had a family.
Now I don't have one. My three year old little sister and 16 year old older brother were killed in a car accident when I was 9.
That almost broke me, but at least I had my parents still. That's what I thought, until my dad was diagnosed with a severe heart disease, and died year later.
My family was falling apart. And there was nothing that I could do to fix it. What can an eleven year old kid do? Nothing.
I couldn't do a single thing, and that is what broke my heart the most. It was just my mom and I now.
That was all that was left of our family, and neither of us was willing to let go.
But then, after clinging on to what we had with both hands, my mother let go with one hand and gripped something that I wished with all my heart that she had never let go of what I was getting use to. Having an almost empty house.
But it just wasn't meant to be...
To Be Continued...
