Sharon: ( Roni ) ,
"Only if you were here." I shook my head thinking about my mom.
My Mom Died, When I was at the age of 14. She Was on her way home one night, it was a bad storm and she lost control of her car and drove off the high way and her car flipped over at least 6 times before landing in a ditch. The next day My dad was worried sick and calling in reports on my mom, to the police that she never came home. Her phone was going straight to voice mail. The Police suggested my dad to come down to the station to discuss some things with him. My Dad Not knowing they had found my Mom's Body crushed inside a ditch.
My Dad Took me and my sisters .. Nessy and Yari down with him.
As My dad told us to stay and sit while he go talk to the police me and my sisters start to despair.
"what if Mommy's dead?" Nessy questioned while crying.
"Nessy your such an idiot, why would you say that?" Yari punched Nessy in the arm.
"Guys stop! this is not the time to fight each other. We need to be praying thay everything is ok with our mom." I sighed.
The lobby we were waiting In had a desk with a women sitting behind it and A large flat screen on the wall with chairs against each side of the room.
2 hours later..
"Police man's we're called early this morning from constructor workers that was working on the high way. One of the constructor workers said there was a car in a ditch and he didn't know if someone was inside the car, due to the way the car was smached. Minutes later the police arrived and took over an investigation scene to see if anyone was still inside the car. Police noticed a arm hanging from of the car.. Momentarily, Hours later the the body was identified as "Chloe Hilton" by her husband "Fred Hilton" who was called in for identification. She was a mother of 3. God bless those whom love "Chloe hilton" let's bring in Jill with our weather forecast..."
My heart sunk into my stomach as I heard my little sister Yari mumbled "Mommy?" and covered her mouth as tears began to fall.
My dad walked from around the corner and he looked drowsy and sick. "Dad?" I got up and walked over to him. His eyes were red and his face was turning purple. He pulled all of us in for a group hug and cried. "Were going to be okay." From there On, I knew we wasn't.
