A mother's love

She's a good girl. Always has been. The day I first took her to school on her first day.She was nervous. My palm was sweating by the time she pulled her hand away from mine. She's a level headed kind of girl. She strolled past the school gates and into the building. Another little girl was being pulled away from her mum, crying hysterically. I am glad my daughter was acting sensible. I was proud of my Jessica. Calm, sweet and quiet. A mother's dream. I am so lucky to have her.

Happily I walked past the school road, my bag swinging. I wasn't aware of anything else but my love for my daughter. So I wasn't aware of the road and the horrified looks from the pedestrians aroud me. And I didn't notice the shiny, silver sports car zooming towards at me in full speed. BANG! I was unconscious as a crowd formed around me. And I couldn't think of anything to say when my heart stopped.