My Father

My Father

The person I would like to talk to again in my life would be my father. He died when I was about the age of 7, due to a freak accident. He moved from Trinidad to Bronx New York in search of a better living me his family. His neighbor was an old couple who drove and worked late at night. One night after coming home from work the couples forgot they car on and went to bed. While my father was getting dressed in the morning to go to work he died before of the carbon dioxide he inhaled. The old man who was his neighbor also died and the wife became sick...