I never blamed my father for his actions.For the man that killer me mother wasn't my father, he had changed.
He first started drinking when Allison died, she was only seven when a car driving twice the speed limit on the wrong side of the road ploughed into my fathers truck.
My little sisters death was a result of drunk driving, and after my father became the very thing that took his youngest child's life. A drunk.
I was nine when Ally died. I could still hear my mothers cry when she got the call about the accident, we rushed to the hospital to find my father stabilised yet unconscious. Allison was nowhere to be seen, my mother ran down the ward screaming her name, though deep down she knew her fate.
She fell to the floor when the doctor told her, wailing and crying. The car had mainly
