I remember that day, it was the best and the worst day in my life.

Those roses, the crying people, my 8 year old heart break into pieces.

I was just a little girl standing and not understanding what was happening in front of me, am I watching my parents being buried? It's my entire fault, I didn't listen to them I was crying my heart out over a toy while my dad was driving. If mom and dad didn't turn around because of me they might have notice there was a truck in front of them and I wouldn't stayed with just memories of them. They cared about me a lot but they forgot about themselves and left me alone, since I didn't have neither a grandpa or grandma I moved into my parents closest friends and their son, which makes that day the best day of my life because I found a friend for life.