1. Alesha B.<br />“I remember the day it is happened.” I said as I lied down on the counselor’s coach. What I was talking about was day Paul died, my dad.<br />“We were best friends, then one day he dies right in front of me!” I explained with tears in my eyes how much I loved my father. My love for my father started when I was born on July 11th, 1998 in Arizona. I had a head full of black hair, blue eyes and very buddy eyes. I looked up into his dark blue eyes as my eyes were fluttering up and down spastically.<br />“Exactly one year ago from this day, 2008, March 11th, he died unexpectedly.” I said. They, my mom and dad, named me Sky. They said it’s because my eyes were blue like the sky.<br />“Well, tell me your story and I swore I would listen.” Brenda, the counselor, said with open ears.<br />“It all started 2006, May 5th when my dad started to drop me off and pick me up at and from school.” I said going on. “We would always get Starbucks in the morning and in the afternoon Jamba Juice.” I went on.”We always sang and had fun. I would sing the chorus and he would sing the main parts.”<br />“So you’re trying to tell me that you and your dad were vey close.” Brenda said.<br />“Yes, I and my dad were like this.” While I was saying those words I crossed my fingers together and showed her.”Then one day I was singing and he looked over at me.” I said<br />“My father didn’t know that there was a stop sign in front of him and CRASH!” <br />“We survived, but then a car accidently hit the driver side an automatically killed my father.” At this time I felt like I was in a really big puddle of rain and the rain was my tears. The counselor grabbed a tissue box and handed it to me.<br />“Ever since that happened I’ve been cutting myself and thinking that this was all my fault.”<br />“My mom, Diana, found out that I was cutting myself and sent me to a week of children facility, that’s why I’m here.”<br />“So you’re mainly here because of your dads death, your cutting yourself, and your mom is worried about you.” Brenda said canceling out her fingers as she said those three things.<br />“Yep, I guess your right.” I said<br />“So why do you think it’s your fault?” Brenda asked.<br />“Uhhh, he was my best friend! I distracted him while he was driving and KILLED HIM!” I yelled at Brenda. I grabbed a pair of scissors and started cutting myself.<br />“Stop! Get a hold of yourself.” Brenda said snatching the scissors away.<br />“See this happens almost every day.” I said.<br />“We need to fix this right now!” Brenda said with a blank expression.<br />“Yeah, I know, sometimes I don’t really notice I’m cutting myself!” I yelled<br />“My mom is so disappointed in me, I just can’t take it.” I said <br />“Well, it seems that your session is over now, I’ll see you next week.” Brenda said packing up her stuff.<br />“I stayed in a children facility for 3 days then it happened.<br />“O, my, gosh!” I said “it’s really you.” Yes, my father was right in front of me in my dreams.<br />“Yes, Sky, it’s me your father.” My father said.<br />“Now I need you to listen.” He said<br />“None of this is your fault.” He explained.<br />“Yes, and you should’ve listen.” My father said <br />“Thanks, dad now I can stop feeling this guilt. It feels like all this weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.” I said with a sigh of relief. <br />“Your very welcome.” He said and was gone.<br />Two days later I went to Brenda and told her everything. <br />“That’s good and interesting.” Brenda said<br />“I know.” I said back<br />“Well, your week is up here so I won’t be seeing you anymore.” Brenda said<br />“Thank you, bye.” I said<br />“Bye.” She said back<br />I went on with a happy life and finished the 8th grade with straight A’s.<br />