Hey everyone we used to live in a huge house in Birkenhead Road, Bloubergstrand and on the 19 October 1995, my family and I were travelling from Cape Town to Johannesburg South Africa. We were on our way to my cousin's wedding and I was supposed to be a flower girl in it.
At 02.00am, just outside Bloemfontein, a car in the other lane pulled out from behind a truck and head on collided into our car, driver and passenger were both drunk bottles between their legs. The driver died.
The car collided into the driver's front side of car. My dad, Alan, he was killed instantly on impact.
I was second worst injured; both my legs were crushed, my growth plate in my left leg was so badly damaged it had to be removed. My left arm was broken in multiple places my chin got cut by my seatbelt and I bit into my tongue too. My mom just had whip lash and cuts, bruises, and black eyes, my brother just got a bump on the head and bit his lip.
Afterwards we spent a year by my aunty and uncle in Bloemfontein. I had to be in plaster cast from my groin to my toes for 8 weeks.
One night while in bed, I woke up to my dad, Alan, lightly shaking me.
I sat up and hugged him tight, I asked him when was he coming back home? He kissed me on my forehead and said no matter what happens in life he will always be by my side and in my heart.
I asked him what he meant by that and he answered by saying one day when I was old enough I'd understand everything.
There was a walk in closet in the room and he got up and walked inside, put his black suit on, turned to look at me, told me "to be strong and look after my brother and mom for him." All of a sudden he disappeared.
I was 6yrs old at the time my brother was 2yrs old and my mom was 34yrs when she became a widow.
We stayed in Johannesburg for a year and eventually in 1997 we moved back to Cape Town.
I hope you all enjoyed my story.
