[Aliza's POV]
I was in the backseat of my parents car with my older brother named Alexis, we both loved spending time with my parents going to grandmas house as she was 6 hours away.
I could remember Alexis and I laughing very hard as my mother made faces to us, I could remember my mothers sweet voice that filled me up with joy and helped me keep my self from braking. I could remember the smiles my dad has as we sang like idiots, I could remember all, but mostly the huge truck that hit us and killed my parents, it was such a terrible day I didn't even know what to say except cry as I saw them put my parents in a black bag.
Moments later I could see my grandma crying and sobbing as she called mine and my brothers name, I saw the fear in her eyes, how broken she looked. I saw her walk to me, she gripped on my sweater and hugged me, she whispered in my ear, she asked me if I was just fine if Alexis was alright too. I saw Alexis running to my grandma happily like if he was very clueless on what happened, I saw my grandma open her arms as Alexis ran to her. I played with my bracelet my mother gave me when I was 5 years old on my birthday. All I could remember day and night as I grew up thinking about the day that crash was terring all my dreams and hopes for living.
Days by days would pass and I would feel hopeless day by day, I just couldnt, I missed seeing my mother, missed seeing her smile everyday, missed the hugged she gave me as I would cry after I fell off my bike, I missed the kisses she gave me on my forehead as I had a headache. I just missed her so much.
