I learned that my father had been in a terrible car crash and had been killed along with 23 other people. My mother was distraught and I could scarcely believe it myself. The policemen said that a speeding car had a loose wheel and that on the motorway that wheel came off. The car span out of control and smashed into a bus on the other side of the motorway. The bus braked and skidded into my dad's car, unable to stop a gas truck then crashed into the two cars and bus creating an explosion which killed everyone instantly. I was sceptical at this but it had come from a police officer, an enforcer of the law it couldn't be wrong.

The next few days were as I thought they would be, everyone telling me they were sorry for my loss and feeling sorry for me. I hated it and it felt worse knowing that everyone felt sorry for me I didn't ask anyone to.