The eerie creak of my door opening jerked me back to reality, “It’s time to go,” my mom said. Every step I took towards my dad’s abomanatingly, big truck was one step closer to my life catastrophically changing. My father hid behind his tinted sunglasses, but I knew the tears were slowly flowing from his eyes. My dad and stepmom slump in the front seat as silent as ever and my brother sat next to me not completely aware of the situation. He was too young to fully understand the concept of death and losing family members... (Read more)