We had to take a 300 mile detour because on the 101 there was a mudslide. While we were driving into San Francisco looking for somewhere to eat breakfast, I called my sister to tell her about the detour, but she didn't answer my phone call. I knew that something was wrong because she always answers her phone. We finally found somewhere to eat breakfast. After eating breakfast, we got back onto the road. As soon as we got back on the freeway my dad received a call from my sister saying, ¨ Can you get here faster, I need you guys.” My dad started crying, which is really unusual. My grandma asked ¨ What happened? Is Niyah alive?¨ My dad was speechless. He shook his head, ¨no.¨ This phone call felt so unrealistic—it was a nightmare. Having our loved one gone felt like a limitless storm for my family.
When this storm occured I was only thirteen years old, I had mixed emotions. I didn't know what think. I couldn't control my tears from falling down my cheek. I can not imagine how my sister felt. My family and I were in denial that he was gone for many months and even to this