I stumbled off the bus and made my way into the house. "Mom I'm home." I threw my bag down in the hallway. I made my way into the kitchen and I saw my mom sitting at the kitchen table tears were streaming down her face.

"Zee." She jumped up and wrapped me in her arms.

"Mom what's wrong?" I asked pulling away

"Zee, it's your father, he's gone he died in a car crash this morning." For a second I couldn't believe it the worst part of all of this is he died on my birthday.