Age 19:
Dad passed away.
I was just starting college.
Me and mom were waiting for him at the house.
He had just left the airport, driving through a busy street.
He didn't look up, his phone glued to his hands.
Blood.
Blood, coming out of his head.
Blood, on his side.
Blood, was..everywhere.
He died instantly.
Mom blames me, for the death of my father.
She didn't talk to me for a year and a half.
Mom was the one calling him and sending him texts.
But then again, i can't help but think, was it my fault?
