Torrey

Torrey 11/17/10 Derian 109 Final RAFT Assignment

Mia ﻿I watched as the doctors leaned in on my dad who was laying in the hospital bed. I never knew how much a car crash could do. I loved my dad. I loved him more than anything I could imagine. His death was my fault. If I hadn't been so demanding about getting rose's for the garden, he would still be here right now. I watched my dad lay still in the bed. I walked over to him. One of my tears fell and landed on his hand. Then came more. And more. And more. After a while I couldn't stop myself from crying. My mom drove me home. We live near the garden. I wanted so bad to be apart of it. So far it hasn't turned out well. I had my mom drive me to the flower shop. I looked out of the car window as she pulled into a parking spot. Bright red rose's stood out to me. They reminded me of my dad. He loved rose's. Back home in Australia he would always keep a rose with him. When it died he replaced it with a new one. I paid for the rose's and went back to the car. I sat them on my lap. It was a bumpy ride home. I ran from the apartment, all the way to the garden. I held the rose's tight in my hand. They were beautiful. I dug myself a nice and sunny spot, and planted the bright red rose's. Suddenly in my head, I felt guilt. The thought that I caused my own dad's death slowly drifted back to me. A girl came up to me. Her name was Kim. She asked me how old I was. I followed her question with a shy answer of eight. I told her about my dad. She went on talking. She said that her dad had died to. She said that it was hard to get over but she did. And that planting seed's for her dad, made her feel much better. At that moment I grabbed a sign and wrote in big black pen, "Dad's bright red rose's," and I now wanted nobody to touch them. I watered and, watered and, watered. I made sure that the rose's didn't die. In my head I thanked Kim. She reminded me that my dad was still with me. In my heart. I decided not to be demanding anymore. When someone is demanding, bad things happen. Like your dad die's. "I love you dad," I thought in my head.