I'll never forget that morning we were all getting ready but my sister. Which we didn't really think anything of, my parents just thought she over slept. We got in the car with my mom and I heard screaming. My Dad found my sister. I walked in the door and saw him yelling at the dispatcher and crying. Me and my brother froze and walked up stairs with my hyestrical mother and saw her on the floor. I started going into shock and was having an out of body experience. I kept saying she's fine just another seziure until the parametics arrived and she had a sheet over her. I was very tramatic and I haven't recovered since.
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