Luella’s POV
While in the hospital, my mom told me many things—basic things that I knew before the accident happened to me. She told me about my likes and interests, my hobbies and my favorite foods, my likes and dislikes, and also told me about herself—about our family.
My dad was a racer, she said that I never got to meet him because he died, a day before I was born. My mom said that even though it was very painful to lose my dad just before I was born, he died doing the very thing that he loved the most.
“Well, at least, he died with no regrets because he died doing the thing he loved the most.” She said to me earlier while packing my stuffs into a purple bag. She was trying to put up a fake smile on her face but she failed miserably because I saw some hint of tears on the corner o
