To Hell and Back life stories

As far as I can remember.., I think I was about 3 years old. Sitting in the backseat my blonde/brown hair with green eyes sitting in a black forward facing car seat, with a three point harness seat belt. My mother, (Cynthia Henry) with blonde hair blue eyes and sitting in the driver's seat. My father, (Alan Caetano) who was sitting in the passenger seat of a black four-door Toyota car stopped at a red light on a bridge. That day it was pouring down raining and it gloomy Gray day. The stop light on the bridge ahead was red, so we came to a complete stop at this light. Then out of nowhere, I had a bad feeling in my belly. So I unbuckle myself from my car seat turn around and look at the rain washed back window and see this blue car coming at us and not slowing down at all. Within a hundred feet still not slowing down.. 50 ft and still coming at us about 45 mph. So I the three year old genius decided that the car wasn't stopping so I had said "mom the car's not slowing down or stopping". My father Alan had looked in the mirror on the sun visor and saw the car and saw that I had unbuckled myself. . So then, I had seen my father Alan bending over into the floorboard to put a half gallon of milk down on the floorboard. After he had taken a few drinks out of the gallon. I didn't see that he had put his arm across to the headrest of my mother Cynthia's seat, who was the driver. So I had gotten the bright idea to jump up and put my arm around my father's neck to stop him from getting hurt. But everything turned around when I was seconds late and missed my dad's neck. "Boom", that blue car had slammed into the rear end of our car while we were stopped at that red traffic light. Well that blue car turned out to be a woman who was sobbing, (crying) her eyes out. This is a prime example of why you should never ever drive while you're crying. Well this woman had rear-ended us going about 45 mph which had caused my dad to hit the dashboard with his head and to throw me in between the seats of my mother and my father towards the windshield. The only thing stopping me from hitting the windshield was my dad's arm that he had put up to stop me. Well my dad had stopped me from dying, but I didn't stop him from hitting the dashboard. So my dad was unconscious dead. The ambulance was on the way it took almost two and a half minutes for the ambulance to arrive. When they did arrive they pulled out the defibrillator and hit my dad once, twice, and then a third time which woke him up. When my dad woke up he didn't know who he was, where he was, or who we were. Nor could he talk, walk, or feed himself so they sent him to a rehabilitation center to learn how to function again. So all my father Alan was learning how to live his life again my mother Cynthia who had only a scratch on her left lower part of her ankle and nightmares for the both of us. My mother had custody of me while my father was rehabilitating. It took about a year for him to rehabilitate and when he got out it was like he was 3 years old again he couldn't spell he could barely talk or let alone even take care of himself. But one day while my mom was at work he took me for a ride to Washington and I never saw my mom again till I was 15 years old. My father had skit state with me to Washington State and lived in my grandmother's basement with me and took custody from my mom. I do not understand how this country or court system can take a child from a perfectly good mother and send it with the father who can barely even take care of himself let alone a child. So in other words me and my dad raised each other. He had to learn how to take care of me just like I had to learn how to take care of him. We were learning how to cook together, play together, and fight together. My father had accused my mother of molesting me which wasn't true and he also accused my mother of burning me with cigarettes when I was a baby which wasn't true either. But apparently they don't have to have this evidence to prove and unfit parent as long as the other parent says it's happening they just take the word that it's happening. Whether it's true or not. Now there's a law against it it's some child act that you're not supposed to skip State and file for custody but that's what happened to me we'll get into that a little further in the book.