My name is divine, I live with my mom, I lost my dad 8 years ago. Am 15 now but yet didn't know what killed my dad, my mom always said that he did a natural death, but I don't know why I refused to accept her suggestion. I believed that my dad was killed.
Before my dad died, I was his favorite child, my dad always shared his day to day life experience with my me, though I will just 7, I know my dad's phone number, bank account password and a whole lot of things. My dad always said that I should never forget this things and he bought me a dairy where I wrote all of them. He said that one day he won't be with me anymore that's why there this important.
I always thought my dad was joking most times he said he won't be with me one day until that painful day came.
I woke up hearing my mom making some weird noise in the kitchen, it was like she was turning the kitchen upsidedown. I walked out of bed and saw my elder brother acting weird. I didn't knew exactly what was happening until we heard I big knock on our door, I opened the door to find the police with my dad's car keys and his phone. The police men proclaimed that my dad had an accident one his way home last night and died.
After hearing this, it felt like I lost my vision, hearing and I didn't know what was happening around me. I screamed, jumped and nodded my head on our glass table.