I Wish I Could
Every day I see something about a brother hating his sister. About him wanting her to die. But he doesn’t realize what he’s saying. He doesn’t know just how special that girl is. To have someone in your family, another you, someone you know you can trust, a best friend you’ll always have. It’s always the “annoying” things that I wish I would’ve had the most. Going to say it was time for dinner, helping them when they’re sick, spending time with them, letting them know every day how much I love them. To most people that sounds like an every day routine, and I suppose for those people, it is. But not a lot of people do it. This world has been deprived of love in a lot of cases.
No one knows what I would’ve given just to even meet my sister. Just once. She was coming over to help me. From another country, she was pregnant, and worried about me. My dad was keeping it a surprise. Why? Because my entire life up until I was 11, I really wanted a sister, and hated being alone. Before she left for her way over, my parents explained to me, that I had a sister. I was beyond excited. There WAS someone in my family other than me.
I don’t know what was on that truck driver’s mind. I don’t know why he chose that particular day, that particular road. Maybe it was a broken heart. Maybe he just had an addiction and doesn’t deserve any form of forgiveness. I haven’t forgave him still today.
I don’t drink alcohol. Every time I look down a bottle or a glass, I’m reminded of that day. The day I got told that my sister and her unborn baby were killed in a car accident. By a drunk driver.
Don’t ever drink and drive. You never know what you’re destroying.