The death of a loved one

I use to have a perfect family, a nice step dad, cool mom, a brother, and for once, a sister, fun dogs, and a great big house. But before I knew it, all of that changed.

It all started when I was about four or five years old and my brother was maybe seven. You see, my mom wasn't very rich but then she met Deric, he was probably going to be a good dad. He had everything, car, good job, house, everything except a wife. My mom was perfect for him because they liked the same things. But it wasn't only my mom's deciding, it was also me and my brother. Of course, we said yes, how could we not! He played with me, and he didn't let work come before his family.

I have still such great memories, like the time I took my mom's bright red lipstick and drew all over the walls. I had the best Christmases ever. He would buy me all the things that I would want, but I mainly wanted teapots and things like that.

But anyway back to the real story, so I asked him if he could marry my mom and the next day he did! Two weeks before the wedding it happened; he was motorcycling and then he hit a rock and fell in the ditch. Then he was gone, gone forever.

When we went to the funeral I fell asleep because I didn't know what the man was talking about, and I still didn't think that he died. After the man was done talking I woke up as my mom picked me up. I was confused because my mom was crying. We went to where his coffin was and when I saw him lying there, I knew. I knew that he was gone, and I knew that we had to leave the house, and at that moment I knew that I had to say goodbye.

As I cried my brother came up behind my mom and my aunt picked him up and as he saw the body lying there still with no movement my brother let out a screech to what he saw. And seeing the body, my brother and I froze, and he knew, too, about what was about to happen.

The next day we started packing, still stunned and wishing it was a dream. We drove away. Things got better soon, but of course, that's another story.