It was a gorgeous summer morning as I, my mom and dad were traveling home to Korca from Athens, where we had gone to spend the weekend. The atmosphere in the car was fun and filled with laughter. We were glad to be together. We were a bit louder than usual that morning as we had great plans for the day. Since we had to travel through Ioaninna , we all agreed that we should eat at a nice restaurant and then go to the zoo where we could eat some more and then see the animals.
Daddy was a bit tense and growly, his usual demeanor when traffic was thick as it was on that Friday morning. The cars were lined up one after another, traveling 75 km per hour, to ...view middle of the document...
He was running around. He grabbed hold of a woman from a travel trailer that had stopped after the accident. He was hugging her, clutching her so tightly. "Just like a drowning man," I thought. She didn't look like she knew him.
"Someone help him. Oh, please, someone help him," I kept saying. Dad asked the boy from the truck a question. Mom ran towards the now still, silent truck. "Oh, God. There's someone else in there," I said.
Mom was holding the young man from the truck's hand. He was obviously shaking. He kept burying his face in his hands. He wanted to run to the truck. I could tell Mom didn't want him to. He said something to her, I didn't know what. She lifted up the back of his t- shirt. The skin was scraped completely off his back. It was bleeding everywhere. He shook his head as if to say it didn't hurt.
Dad had reached the truck. After he had peered inside a few seconds, he turned away. He talked to another motorist who had stopped. At least four people with car phones were walking around. Dad started back towards Mom and the young man. They looked pale, shocked. Dad...