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A Short Story Of My Mom's Car Crash

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Mom’s Car Crash When I was three years old my mom and I got into a huge accident. It happened when we were driving home and I don’t think that I have ever been so scared. “Lyli do you have your bag?” my grandma Alice asked me. I nodded and gave her a hug goodbye. I put on my shoes and took my mom’s hand. “Bye grandma, thank you!” my mom said as she shut the door. My mom took me to the car and put me in my car seat. It was a toddler seat with black stripes going across it. She buckled me in and started the car. My mom clicked her seatbelt and started to drive out of the driveway. We were just about home. My mom and I were talking about what I did today at my grandma’s house. Suddenly, a red truck flew over the hill. My mom tried swerving off the road, but the truck was going too fast. It hit us really hard and for a while, everything went black. “Mom? Mom are you ok?” I asked starting to cry. The front window was broken, but I don’t know why my mom didn’t answer me. Two men ran up to the car and pushed their faces against the window. I had no idea who these people were. I was full out crying and my mom wouldn’t talk. “MOM!” I yelled louder and louder noticing the blood on my hands. The man on the left side of the car tried to get the door open, but it wouldn’t budge. At the time I was thinking, “Hey idiot! I’m over here!” I was crying too much I couldn’t stop. The man that was pulling on my door was my neighbor Bob. He swung the door open and got me out of the car. By
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