Why me?

by Tatiana Pizarro   May 2, 2007


The car swerves. It spins. The care flips, the little girl
gets thrown out of the back windshield. The car stops right next to her head. She quickly gets up and grabs her cell phone. She dials her mothers number and tells her what happened. The paramedics come and take the girl away. Nothing is broken, no bones, nothing. She is OK. But why her?
Why me?

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