I remember hearing my mom scream. I remember the windows shattering. I remember slamming against the roof of the car as we tumbled. I remember seeing my baby brother flying in slo-motion towards an open window, and grabbing his chubby legs to pull him back into the car. I remember the eerie silence after it was over. I remember calling for my mom, and the panic I felt when I realized she was not in the car. I remember sitting on a g...
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