Have you ever had a bad day that you can just wish that it wouldn’t have ever happened because you lost someone very special to you? Do you wish you can go back and relive really special moments with that special someone? I do. I lost my dad when I least expected it. That day that my dad passed away was by far the worst day of my life. I never got to tell him goodbye, or I love him. It was all of a sudden. No one expected it.

I was 8 years old. I woke up thinking it would be a normal day of school. I knew something was wrong when I opened my eyes and my neighbor was waiting for me to wake up.

she told me I wasn’t going to school. That’s when you know something is wrong. Your parents aren’t home, your neighbor is getting you dressed and now you’re not going to school. What is going on? So I told her what I wanted to wear. I picked out some black shorts and a blue T-shirt from my closet. I asked her where we were going since I wasn’t going to school and she had told me about the hospital. She said that something had happened to my dad.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I crawled up into her arms. The room was filled with more tears. I cried for at least an hour.

August 16 was the worst day of my life! I can never forget how I felt and how I delt with my parents getting a divorce on the first day of first grade. It was the first day of first grade. I was all excited to start school. The day started really great, I woke up, took a shower, put clothes on, and told my mommy I loved her. After I left my house, I hopped on the bus and arrived at school. I was scared but ecstatic. I didn’t know what to do so I started running around like a little school girl. I remember this moment if like it was yesterday. I was called to the office. They had my sit in a comfy chair and my mother was balling her eyes out. I was like, “Mom, what’s up?”.
She said that she and dad had split up! I was angry and sad at the same time. When I arrived home, all of his stuff was gone but he was there. The only thing he said to me was “You’re the man of the house now. Take care of your mom and sister.” He left right after. It’s hard seeing your family leaving you.

When I was 15 years old, I had three very lovely kittens in my house; they were like my only friends. I always spent my free time to look after them attentively. Since they were born until they were 4 months, there was not a day that went by that I didn’t saw their faces or heard their voices, and I loved them so much.
One day, I woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night. My heart was beating as though it was going to explode and my body was full of sweat. On that Saturday morning, I had to go to study the Chinese language with an impartial emotion. While I was on the way, the nightmare popped up on my mind again and then followed by thinking of my kittens.

I cannot concentrate on the class because I was unreasonably concerned about my kittens. When I came back home, everyone in my house was standing at the door and my mom said “View, your little kittens had died already. It is an accident, while they were playing at the car’s wheels. At last, they were dead by those wheels.” After she had finished speaking, I was crying immediately. Although many years have passed, I still always think of them, my kittens. And here is the worst day of my life; it’s the day I lost my three dear friends.