Dear Diary,
Today, my life ended. My everything is gone. How are we going to make it without Papi? Papi was the glue that held our life together. Is our lives going to fall apart, now? I want to go with him. Is that selfish?
Maybe I should tell you what happened. Papi and Dom had a race today. Momma worked at the diner. I went to Letty's. Papi and Dom weren't supposed to be home until late tonight. I knew something was wrong when Momma called me to come home at lunch.
I ran all the way from Letty's. Dom and Momma was waiting for me when I got there. Papi wasn't with them. I knew something was wrong. I didn't want to hear what they had to say, but I couldn't move. I couldn't make my feet go. My legs wouldn't go. I was just riveted in place.
"Mia, baby," Momma said. "There was an accident. Your Papi..."
"He's hurt?" I asked. "Where is he? Is he at the hospital? Why are we here? Let's go see him."
"Baby," Momma was crying. "Papi didn't..."
I couldn't hear it. I couldn't. Suddenly it was as if the weight holding me down was lifted. I ran.
I ran out the door. I don't know where I was intending to go other than away from their words. My Papi wasn't dead. He isn't dead. Dom caught me. He wouldn't let me go. He made me hear. But it doesn't matter. I don't believe them. I won't believe them. My Papi is alive. He's coming back. I'll wake up tomarrow and this will all be a horrible dream and he'll be here. I crawl in his lap and tell him all about my awful dream and he'll promise never to leave me. Just like always. He's not gone. He'll never leave his little Princess Mia. I'll just go to sleep and this will all be over. They're lying to me. I know it. This is all a dream. It has to be.
Only, sleep won't come. Sleep won't come and I can't wake up.
Please, Papi. Please, Papi, don't be dead. We need you.
Mia Toretto
Nov. 10
Age 15
Today, my life ended. My everything is gone. How are we going to make it without Papi? Papi was the glue that held our life together. Is our lives going to fall apart, now? I want to go with him. Is that selfish?
Maybe I should tell you what happened. Papi and Dom had a race today. Momma worked at the diner. I went to Letty's. Papi and Dom weren't supposed to be home until late tonight. I knew something was wrong when Momma called me to come home at lunch.
I ran all the way from Letty's. Dom and Momma was waiting for me when I got there. Papi wasn't with them. I knew something was wrong. I didn't want to hear what they had to say, but I couldn't move. I couldn't make my feet go. My legs wouldn't go. I was just riveted in place.
"Mia, baby," Momma said. "There was an accident. Your Papi..."
"He's hurt?" I asked. "Where is he? Is he at the hospital? Why are we here? Let's go see him."
"Baby," Momma was crying. "Papi didn't..."
I couldn't hear it. I couldn't. Suddenly it was as if the weight holding me down was lifted. I ran.
I ran out the door. I don't know where I was intending to go other than away from their words. My Papi wasn't dead. He isn't dead. Dom caught me. He wouldn't let me go. He made me hear. But it doesn't matter. I don't believe them. I won't believe them. My Papi is alive. He's coming back. I'll wake up tomarrow and this will all be a horrible dream and he'll be here. I crawl in his lap and tell him all about my awful dream and he'll promise never to leave me. Just like always. He's not gone. He'll never leave his little Princess Mia. I'll just go to sleep and this will all be over. They're lying to me. I know it. This is all a dream. It has to be.
Only, sleep won't come. Sleep won't come and I can't wake up.
Please, Papi. Please, Papi, don't be dead. We need you.
Mia Toretto
Nov. 10
Age 15