One cold night in February, the 14th to
be exact, my ex-aunt drug my cousin to
the store, to go retrieve some snacks.
There was one mean blizzard blowing,
and yet my cousin chose to walk, he and his friend saw no harm in it, it was only a couple blocks.
As they wandered across Powell Avenue, a problem came into sight, but they weren't really paying attention, on that silent, final night.
My family looked out the window, we had seen the flashing lights, "I wonder what happened" someone said, then the telephone rang and we filled with fright.
The phone call was the doctors, there was nothing they could do, they said they were truly sorry, they tried their best and didn't mean to lose.
A few days later was the funeral, we all hugged and we all cried, Why is life so unfair to me? I can't beleive my cousin died...