the last time i was with my dad we were in a fight. we were fighting about me and my sister fighting all the time. then we hit another car and everything was going in slow motion. the sparkling broken glass, blood, and screams. while i was ok, dad was moaning a quietly weeping. "dad! dad are you ok???" i cried. "no taylor, im not." he muttered. "dad! please dont go! im sorry that i yelled at you, it was all my fault! that was a bad thing to do!" i screamed. "honey, i forgive you. its time to let go." he told me. "no dad its not!"