Dear Mom,
I went to a party, Mom. I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Mom. So I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom. The way you said I would. I didn’t drink and drive, Mom. Even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom. I know you are always right. Now the party is finally ending, Mom. As everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom. I knew I’d get home in one piece. Because of the way you raised me. So responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom. But as I pulled out into the road. The other car didn’t see me, Mom. And hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom. I hear the policeman say. “The other guy is drunk,” Mom. And now I’m the one who will pay.
I’m lying here dying, Mom… I wish you’d get here soon. How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom. And most of it is mine. I hear the medic say, Mom, I’ll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn’t drink. It was the others, Mom. The others didn’t think.
He was probably at the same party as I. The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life. I’m feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don’t think it’s fair. I’m lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave. And when I go to heaven, Mom, put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive. If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I’m becoming very scared. Please don’t cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom. Before I say goodbye.
I didn’t drink and drive. So why am I the one to die?
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