Feb 11

December 13th

There is only anger for the man who killed my mother. That one night on December 13th 2012, my mother and I were on our way home from our long road trip. She looked at me and I looked at her, nothing was better then that very moment I shared with my mother. But little did I know that the moment of happiness that we bonded over was going to be shortly over.  A  car crosses into our lane hitting us head on, and everything goes black.

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