I picked up the chair next to my bed and threw it through the window, glass shattering everywhere.
Carefully I climbed through the window, making sure to avoid the broken glass, and jumped down to the garden.
As soon as I landed I jumped straight to my feet and started running down the street as fast as I could. Suddenly a car came skidding to a halt right in front of me, it missed hitting me by only a matter of inches.
The car door opened and out climbed my Mom.
“Aaargh!!!”
When I was little it was just me and my Dad, I didn’t really have any memories of my Mom. I do have a clear memory though of the day my Dad told me my Mom had died. Even though I was really young at the time, I still remember how sad I felt when Dad told me that Mom had been in a car crash and died.
I was so sad that my Mom was gone, but I knew that me and my Dad would be fine. It took me a little while but eventually I thought about her less and less. I had lots of fun with my Dad, I think he probably spoiled me a bit, making up for the fact that I had lost my Mom. I have lots of memories of him taking me on day trips and him buying me toys and pretty much anything I wanted. For years it was just the two of us, we didn’t need anyone else, why would we?
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