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My name is Misty

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Chapter 2

Hi, my name is Misty, and this is my story.

I grew up in a decent neighborhood. My parent loved each other very much. Always smiling, and hugging, we went everywhere together. My dad worked very long hours. I would get up for breakfast, and he would be gone. He would get home right before I went to bed. But whenever he was home, he always made time for his family. I was even going to have a little brother. Little Michael would be his name. My mom let me name him. Michael just seemed like a good name, for a baby brother.

I always wanted a brother or sister. But Momma said the lord had not blessed her with another child yet. Her and daddy went to the Dr. to get something called fertility treatments. Saying it was the scar tissue from having such a hard pregnancy with me. So yeah, eventually, she got pregnant and I was going to be a big sister. I was super excited. We had already went to the store and bought everything for Michael. His room would be right by mine. Me and daddy painted it blue and yellow, with elephants and giraffes, all kinds of zoo animals. I really hoped Michael like what we did with the room. Of course, he would be to young to appreciate it at first.

My dad didn’t work on the weekends, so we would always go somewhere, the movies, or ice skating, swimming, to the park for picnics, that is how we got Michael’s room done so fast, yea… it was great. I think my mom was sometimes jealous of the way daddy treated me. Momma always told dad he was spoiling me. But he just laughed at her and said if he didn’t, who would. I would catch mamma staring at me sometimes, when daddy was spending time with me reading a book or drinking the pretend tea I made. Sometimes, we built blanket forts in the living room, which only made momma mad, saying we were making a mess. We would get a blanket and go lay in the yard and look at the stars, daddy said one day a star would be named after me. Life could not be any better than this.

I remember my mom waking me up, I looked at the clocked and it was 2 in the morning. She said it was time for my brother to come into the world. I jumped out of bed and got moms bag and rushed it to the car, forgetting I was just in my nightgown. I went back in and threw on a t shirt and some shorts, It was July, so it was very warm outside still. It was a very clear night, I remember that I forgot to turn on the porch light, but I looked up and there were so many stars in the sky and the moon, was beautiful, this felt like a night that we would lay out on the grass. What a perfect night, for a perfect little brother to be born. Or so I thought.

My dad rushed out to the car, in shorts, a shirt and his robe. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself, as his hair was sticking up all over the place. My dad was one to never go out in public without making himself presentable first, but this was a special occasion. He helped mom in the car, and then got in the driver seat. The hospital was about 30 minutes from our house. I still couldn’t get over how beautiful a night it was. I looked up at the sky… still drowsy from being woken up in the middle of the night. I was 8 at the time, ready to be the best big sister in the world. I couldn’t wait…

But there were other plans in store for my family. The night was crystal clear, not many cars on the road. However, you see, my dad, worked very long hours, and so did not get much sleep. So, when a car came barreling towards us, his reflexes would be too slow. It happened in such slow motion. Daddy jerking the wheel, hearing on metal on metal. The last thing I heard was my mother screaming.

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