I never wanted to join the Army. I didn't care about all of that. Let the others do it. I was happy in my life. That was until the accident. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a Friday. My boyfriend, Sean, had offered to take me to my biology class because my mom had been pulling a double shift at the hospital to pay for my college tuition.
Sean pulled up to the curb in his Mercedes and put it in park.
"My dad asked me to run some errands after I dropped you off, and I may not be done in time to pick you up. Is your mom free?" He asked.
"Yeah, she gets off at 3:00 for a break. Thanks for taking me."
"Nah, it's no problem. Whenever you need me, just call," he said with a crooked grin. I hopped out of the car and slung my book bag over my shoulder.
"I love you," he called after me.
"I love you too," I said as I blew him a kiss.
After class I called my mom and she came to pick me up. I was waiting at the curb when I saw her old Ford truck turn onto the street. A second later, some high-end sports car came barreling out of a long driveway and smashed into the side of my mother's truck. The old metal folded and tore instantly, the truck flipping and rolling off onto the grass. Just like that, she was gone. There were no last words. There was no goodbye...
