(Dmitri’s Thoughts)
“I am dreaming again, I know I am,” I say as I watch myself from this very incident I wish to forget, “This is my worst nightmare.”
Almost a decade ago, one particular incident changed not only my life, but the life of a young woman who untimely lost her parents because of my recklessness.?
I clearly remembered what happened that night. The scene in my dream changes and it brought me back to the night of the accident.?
I was out hanging with my friends, drinking, partying, clubbing, doing things which I thought would make me happy. Not until I received a call that night.?
I went out of the bar only to hear my sister’s sobbing voice, “Dee, she’s gone! Mom’s really gone for good!”
“Hello, Heathe, wha the hell are you talking about?” I scold her with my drunken voice.?
“Unsere eigene Mutter hat uns verlassen,” after repeating what she said for the third time, I finally understood.?