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just a memory to a me


I told him the it was clear and it was okay for him to cross the street Biggest mistake I should have just went across to meet him Then it came dashing thru A cheetah on high pursuit Turn back !! I screamed As he went to make that 180 degree spin It struck him off his feet like a bowling pin Loud bang, the tires of the cheetah screech's everyone comes to witness the destruction of my sons life Speechless I stood there, didn't know what to do Everyone was looking for the mother but I was right there and couldn't even utter a word My mind couldnt begin to comprehend that my own flesh and blood whom I have carried for nine months life has been taken away right in front of me The sad part is the fact that I could've done something to prevent it Does that make me a bad mother ? Driver of the speeding cheetah was texting and driving seventy miles per hour and to make matters worse she was under the influence of alcohol My son didn't do anything to deserve this fate Who knows , he could've turned out to be someone great What could of been but never will be My son willl always be a memory to me.
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