October 9th 2010
Children's birthdays are always supposed to be happy, but lately all they have brought to me is a great sorrow. No one seems to notice my birthday, ever since they turned it into an anniversary for my mother. It doesn't bother me though. I don't deserve that attention. It's been a year now, but I still can't forgive myself. My Dad says it isn't my fault, but that it was the man driving the bus's fault. I find it funny how I can forgive the man for not seeing my mom on her bicycle, but I can't forgive myself for keeping her from the store the night before. I've tried counselors, but none of them have helped. They all tell me that death is natural and that healing takes time, but when you've lost someone like I have you come to find out that.......
Some scars are permanent.
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Wow I love this! I can't wait to see where this story goes, hopefully nothing bad..
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