Final- Bird writing

I have been preparing myself for this day for many months, the day I find out if he’s coming home or not. The last time he wrote to me was two months ago. I feel as if the baby had a feeling, a feeling he was gone. She would wake up every night for the past two weeks crying and crying. At first, I thought it was a fever or some kind of sickness but after several doctor check-ups, I realized there was nothing wrong with her except strong emotions.  Usually, the families of fallen soldiers who would get a letter about what happened or even just informing us what had happened but ever since things have gotten worse over there they stopped sending them and stopped allowing soldiers to send letters home. I put on my favorite summer dress and put Daisy in a pink little dress. We hopped in the car and started driving to the port. As we were driving past the cemetery a fantail flew right in front of the car. Trying to slam on my brakes to avoid squishing the bird sent the things in the back of the car flying. A near accident. It’s weird the last time I saw a fantail fly in front of a car like that was when I was six. 

Mother and I were going to pick dad up from work. It was late as dad had to work quite later hours when guiding the ships into the dock. We were driving through the town center, passing the bakery and all the shops when a huge flock of fantails swooped in front of the car. Mum didn’t know what to do so she slammed on the brakes but going around a corner while going fast isn’t the best idea. The car flipped. When it happened I  was so in denial. I couldn’t see mum because the roof had caved in but I was almost certain she was alive until I climbed out of my car seat and found her with blood all over her forehead.  My screaming wouldn’t stop, I yelled and yelled until someone came and helped. Since my mother was dead and I was so little that I didn’t even know my father’s phone number. They kept me in child care. The next morning a police officer with big shoulders and a disappointed look on his face. There was a woman with him but I didn’t know who that was. They sat down next to me and told me that not only my mother was dead but so was my father. There was an accident of some sort at the dock. They didn’t tell me the full thing probably because I was so young but to this day if I see fantails I see it as a sign of death.