The school year returned far too soon after and my Summer ended. On the first day back my father drove me to school in his new shiny car. On the way, we were in an accident. I was the lucky one, or so the doctors said.My father died, his body had been flung through the windscreen sending fragments of glass flying. The doctors told my mother that he had died quickly and painlessly, they hadn't heard him scream and then groan and then give one last dreadful sigh as he left the world forever. I had lived but at a price, pieces of glass had flown into my eyes damaging them badly. I never saw again. I had known that I never would as I sat in the car, my eyes screaming at my brain in pain. Nothing around me but blackness. Never would I see the sun again, nor my constellations; all was lost. My father was lost, my Summer was gone. All I have are memories of that Summer, my Summer and my Dad.
