it was her birthday that day. nothing could go wrong.

it was her birthday. she was 6 years old that day. she had woke up with a smile. her mummy and daddy had gave a big hug and breakfast in bed that day.

her mum had packed a nice lunch box for her and promised her lots of presents and a cake when she got home.

daddy had promised her a puppy when she got back. nothing could go wrong that day.

her friends had made her a card. a special card and the teacher had gave her a party hat and her class had sang her a nice birthday song.

nothing could go wrong that day.

she skipped home that day. feeling happy and carefree. thinking of the presents she’ll open and the puppy she’ll hold.

the next thing she knew, she heard a screech. there was a bang.

suddenly she saw herself. covered in blood. there were a lot of people around her. the driver was crying. she wanted to tell the crowd that she was ok.

however they seem unable to hear her. she tried to pick up her belongings. however as much as she tried, she seem unable to grasp them.

it was her birthday that day. nothing could go wrong.