People have treated me like a baby since then. I guess they feel bad for me. I've finally gotten over it. I realized there isn't much I can do to bring him back. If there is I'd do whatever it takes. My dad and I were so close that it's hard to let go. I feel like it's my fault he died. If I hadn't fought with him that night he wouldn't have gone to the bar to "clear his conscience". He drove there himself and tried to come back alone too. That's when a semi truck took a right turn and Dad didn't stop, it was a red light for him. I play the scene over and over in my head. I feel as if my head will never stop repeating it. And just as my head spins, I hear a knock at my door.
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Healing a broken heart
Ficção GeralA new story about a girl who lost her dad and is trying to heal her heart from sadness
