Personal Narrative: Babysitter

When I get home from school, my parents are all dressed up. It looks like they're going to a wedding so I ask, what's the need for the nice outfits? And they reply by saying they're going on a date and have a babysitter coming to watch over me. I didn't really like that I had to be home with a babysitter because I am already 12, but I didn't complain because I knew they don't want to have to cancel all because I'm having a fit. About 30 minutes after they leave I see the babysitter pick up the phone and start crying.

I ask her what's wrong and she says that my parents have been in a car accident and are at the hospital. Tears fill up my eyes and we both rush to the car. As we leave I think of all the worst possibilities, what if they don't remember me, I couldn't imagine life without them. As we enter the hospital we ask what room they're in and the doctor at the front desk say room 314. We take the elevator up to the third floor and find their room. I see that they are both awake and in terrible conditions. My dad has a huge cut on his forehead and my mom is all cut up on her arms and legs. The doctor says to us that
He tells us that the surgery failed, and that they passed away. The feeling I had that day was unexplainable, it was dreadful, horrible, unforgettable. After they had passed I didn't know where to go or who to stay with so I ended up staying with my aunt and 2 cousins. They were fun to be around and helped me get through the tough times. I stayed with them for about 3 years until I finally found a job and bought a house with my friend Kyle. During those three years I went to the same school my cousins did and I made some friends. Kyle and I were like brothers and it was great to find someone who liked the same things I did. Having a house wasn't too hard because I made decent money working