I was crying. I was so depressed. That day I stepped on the gas and released the clutch and ran through red lights. Cars obsessively stopping on my left and right trying to avoid my way. Then I saw a woman holding a child, there wasn’t other way than to fully turn my wheels. The last thing I could remember is the child pointing at me, the red stop light and the hot feeling on my face. I thought it was heat of the sun, when I touched it, it was blood.
