The Dangerous Father

My daughter was hit by a car and killed.

She died at school.

The person who hit her drove back and forth over her on the playground, leaving her brains scattered across the ground.

By the time I rushed over from the construction site, the scene had already been cleaned up. The car responsible was parked to one side, its tires faintly stained with red and white.

The scene had been horrific and heartbreaking.

My wife collapsed at the scene, weeping until she fainted several times. I walked over, held her, and fought back my grief as I said, "Get up. We'll get justice for our daughter!"