I was blessed by God with two beautiful children, Arthur and Elle.
Elle was my first born. She was was angel. Kind, warm, filled with life, loving and caring.. She was every bit of goodness there was. Arthur was 8 years old but still he was the most mature kid one could ever get. He was strong, playful and jolly.
One day i was taking my kids to the beach and on our way we got into an accident. Only I survived with severe injuries but my kids didn’t. It’s been 5 years. Elle would ve been 25 by now and arthur 13.I will never get to see my beautiful Elle get married start a family. I will never get to se my baby arthur grow up into a strong man and live his dreams. I should ve been the one who died that day. I never got a chance to tell them goodbye. I would give the world to hug my kids again.
