The car was moving forward. I knew we were going to crash. We screaming. We drove out our driveway and into and through the next door neighbor's bushes and onto her driveway.
I don't remember much after that. We scrambled to leave the scene of the crime; my brother and I were quickly trying to bring my dad back into house, and someone (my mom or I) drove the car back to our house. Once we settled my dad inside our house, I stepped outside and looked over at our neighbor's house. Dirt and green bush fragments lied all over the concrete. There was a dark, bald man "investigating" the crime. A new neighbor, I suppose.
- This weekend will be the one year anniversary of my father's passing.
