(Ariana’s POV)Dear diary,I hate calls so much; you might be wondering why I do, but I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I was prepping my leavers' day tshirt for graduation when my phone rang; it was my mom. I smiled and picked it up.“Hi Mommy, I need more glitter. Can you get some on your way home for me? " I said, and then I heard her crying. “Mummy, why are you crying?”“Ari… baby…” Her voice broke. “It’s your dad… he had an accident; you need to come to the hospital now, it's… It's bad.” The glitter pack on my hand dropped to the floor, and glitter poured everywhere. I grabbed my keys and drove as fast as I could to the hospital. I ran some red lights, but I didn’t care.Soon enough, I reached the hospital. I saw Mom crying on the chair in front of one of the rooms. "Mum… I’m here.”She pulled me in for a hug. “Oh, baby, thank God.” I glanced at the windows of the room. “Mum, where’s Dad?”“Oh yes, he’s in the room. The doctors said he’s running out of blood.
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