24th September, 2006- our parent's 12th anniversary. A happy family of 4 were getting ready for a night out at a posh restaurant. We are not really the expensive type, we hardly went out for dinner or lunch or any sort of outing. You could say only during special occasions. We had a blue Nissan Santra, small though cozy and comfortable for the 4 of us. My dad took the car out of the garage and we all took our places in the car. Almost 5 km to our journey, that truck. That truck...it felt like that truck had no mercy. It just came OVER US! That TRUCK...It made my parents bleed to death!! I couldn't forget those cries...those screams, the sound of the deafening siren and...and then my eyes, they felt so heavy. My eyelids were slowly shut. I could still hear faint noises and my brother next to me held my hand. His hands were cold. With a lot of effort, I tried opening my eyes again and the last thing I saw was my brother, bleeding from head to toe...
