Please? I was barely a year old then, the girl asked.
Yeah, and I was barely thirteen, the sister replied. Age isn’t the issue right now.
Mom will tell me if you won’t, the girl tried.
Fine I will tell you.
And she began.
She was just a kid when it happened, only thirteen. She got up early one saturday morning and went into the living room. One of her neighbors was there, cradling her baby sister, who had just turned one. The neighbor was a girl around seventeen.
Not to be rude, but what are you doing here? the kid asked.
Oh, I’m just babysitting. Your mom had to go somewhere.
Where did she go?
Well, she had to go to the doctor to see Brad, because he got in a car accident last night. The kid didn’t really think much of it. …show more content…
the kid asked, mildly concerned.
I haven’t heard anything yet but I’m sure he’ll be okay.” So they went about their day normally. Finally, a few hours later the kid’s mom came home, and she was with someone. The person she was with was trying to help the mom explain to the kid and her little brother what had happened. She told them that Brad had fallen asleep on his motorcycle and got in an accident.
Is he going to be okay? the kid asked. And the church person explained to the kid and the brother that he had died during the accident. Everyone started crying. The kid was upset that she had gotten in a meaningless argument before, and there was nothing she could do. The rest of the day, people from the church as well as random family members all brought them food. Their house was full of all sorts of muffins and casseroles for almost a week. About a week later, there was a funeral. That’s when everything became real, that’s when everything