The Foster Mother

I clenched the cold, metal, silver armrests of the chair. My heart was thumping louder than the sound of a thousand horses hooves during a stampede. My eyes were burning. Lumps were forming in my throat. I was doing my absolute best not to break down and start crying. My hands were shaking. My teeth were chattering. I took a deep breath with an effort to calm myself down. The pungent clean hospital aroma entered my nose. My hands wrapped around my legs, and I curled up into a small ball. I did the only thing I could. I took long deep breaths. I hoped and prayed.
"God, please make my parents be okay, I'll do anything."
I couldn't help the tears that came rolling out of my eyes after that. It was hard to believe that I had no control over this situation. I had no control over my parents' survival. The only thing I could do was hope.
Only a few hours ago, we were the ideal perfect family, eating breakfast around our round table. We were happy, I wold give anything to turn back time, to go back to that beautiful time. Now, every time I saw a family rejoice or welcome a new baby, I would get jealous. I wanted to feel my mother's touch, to hear my fathers laugh. We were sitting in our minivan, going to the county fair. My mother was in the front seat, my dad was driving. I was sitting in the back. Taylor Swift's "Never Grow Up" played through the car's speakers. My mother was telling stories of when I was young. My father was telling jokes. We were laughing, smiling, carefree. We were blind to the fact that the driver behind us would take all of that joy away in the next moment. He swerved left to right. He sped up and smashed against the side of our van. Shattered glass flew everywhere, scraping my legs.
My mother yelled, "Honey, are you.."
She abruptly paused.
"MOM," I screamed.
No answer.
"DAD,"I yelled.
No answer.
My mother's eyes were closed. My father's eyes were lifeless staring straight ahead. I shook them.
"MOM, DAD, SAY SOMETHING, I LOVE YOU!"
No answer.