I still remember thirteen of October,my friends playing with me in a dark night.I was happy to feel loved but,"All happy stories must come to an end."I got hit by a car and once I wake up from a coma my life was different.My parents were fighting and got divorced a year later after the accident.I was torn from my dreams and hopes but,I feel like a got a new life with my new family.My mom was still with me but,I got a step dad and a sister.My childhood became a memory from when I got older and independent of myself that I had stopped playing with my sister. To be continued....
