Late one night, while I, Tray O'Neal, was at a friend's house, my parents were driving from Denver, on a Saturday night. They were pretty tired, just like most people, when you're tired you have slower reaction times. Well, my parents were driving down the highway and BAM! A car pulled out right in front of them. I assume they saw it too late. They turned right towards the ditch. I was told they died on impact. I found out later that it was a drunk driver who turned into them. The driver is not dead, his car was just scratched. This man is lucky that my parents swerved, otherwise this man would have been injured and my parents would still be alive. My parents were good people and didn't want to hurt anyone. They shouldn't have died! The man who was driving drunk should have been killed, not people who have children who need it. When I heard about my parents' accident, I felt empty. I couldn't believe what the bosses told me. I just looked at my sister and held her so tight as she cried and cried in my arms. Even though I felt the traumatizing pain of the news, I still had to defend my sister Bella. After thinking about it for a couple of weeks, I started to feel hate thinking about how much I wanted to kill the drunk driver instead of having him go to prison. He deserved to die, not both of my parents. I never showed anger when Bella was around. Bella and I were supposed to go to some women's houses. They said she was our grandmother but in reality she was more of a stranger. We had never heard of any family other than our parents. Bella then became silent since the news of our parents' death, she only spoke to me. So when our so-called grandmother tried to tell her not to get her by... means of paper... a big house like this, but I sure got used to it. The house we were going to was a beautiful blue color. Jenifer stood outside with the biggest smile I had ever seen. Jenifer has rich chocolate brown hair that looked perfect. Just like his house which is perfect. I couldn't believe that my sister and I will be able to recover from our difficult period. At first Bella and I had a hard time fitting in at school, but then a year passed and Bella and I had a lot of friends. Bella and I were never as close as we were after that year. We had a loving family and couldn't have asked for a better person to help me and my sister get through the difficult time of the accident. We now have many family members who love and care about us. We call Jenifer our mom, most kids only have one mom, but Bella and I are special, we have two of the greatest things on earth: two moms