Diane

My name was Diane, at first my story starts as a totally normal 12-year-old girl from California. I had a little sister named Sophia. My parents were very close and never had any fights, but when they did my mom always won because my dad was letting her and he did whatever she said.   

I had just moved to junior high and had friends from the skating park where I rode my bike. I didn't have friends in my class because I saw the jealousy in their eyes   and sometimes, they bullied me, so I decided to give them silent treatment, and I was better on my own anyways. We had a lovely house full with my mom s flowers, she was a stay-at-home mom and she helped us in school, helps us with chores, wakes up every morning at 6am so our lunches would be fresh for the day and   had the most beautiful garden you could ever imagine. 

Her favorite flowers in her garden were roses, sunflowers, begonias and a flower called globeflower which she said reminds her of me because I am always happy positive and helpful.

And my dad was a lawyer at a family business my grandpa had started at his age. Now my dad was the boss because my grandpa passed away in his sleep when I was four years old. 

My grandpa gave the business to my dad and my uncle, but he moved to England and gave his part of the fortune and business to dad. Usually on Sundays, my sister and my dad play football in the backyard. It was a totally normal sunny Sunday, the air was fresh, the sun was shining, and we weren't expecting any complications.

My dad knew how to play from a young age, and he taught us everything he knew so it would be fair when we played together. So back to the story, we were playing as usual until my dad collapsed to the ground.

My mom was in the kitchen listening to music   and cooking for all of us until my sister screamed and went into the house to call   for help. I stood next to him supporting his head until my eyes glowed in a weird color something like gold and I had a vision which displayed him alive in a wheelchair looking in my mom's garden smiling and sipping tea. He had an iv machine attached to him but was healthy. Then I was back in reality because my mom was shaking my shoulder calling my name asking me to come back, she had tears in her eyes. It