My tree Carne

I lived in California before my parents died. They both died in a car accident. They weren’t drunk or anything. In fact, the driver who hid them, was drunk. They weren’t. They never were. They were very loving and responsible parents. They always took care of me.
You know, I wasn’t always that easy to handle. From the moment I was born ‘till now.
I often had to go and see a psychologist. It was very weird. I didn’t thought there was anything wrong whit me, until now. Now I realize why my parents were so worried.
But now it’s too late. It’s too late to save Daniel and it’s too late to save my parents…
Sometimes, I wish that I wasn’t born. The world would be much better without me. Unfortunately, you can’t turn the time back. Even I can’t. Or could I ?


Because of the dead of my parents, I crow up in a foster home. Not that I had such a bad time there, but I can imagine places that are more fun for a child of seven. I was an only child, so I hadn’t a brother or sister to play with. I only had myself. And Daniel.
I met him in the park, in autumn. Every Friday, or responsible took us outside. We went to the park very often. I can remember it so good. The leaves were falling down from the trees. They were colored red and yellow. In the middle of the park was a gigantic tree. I think it was a beech, yea, it was a beech. It was my favorite tree in the whole park, because I thought it was the most beautiful. I even named it Carne. In autumn, I liked to go and stand under it.
And then, when the wind whistled in my ear, all the leaves were coming down. I spread my arms out and turned around en around en around en around. It’s one of my best memories, there in the park, under Carne. And it was about to get even better.