My sister and I have been waiting on our parents to come home.

They went out to dinner considering it is their twenty-third anniversary, which makes me okay with having to baby-sit my little sister.

So far the life of Dustin has been great.. Yeah, we I had my speed bumps in life, but now that I have gotten past all that, my life is better than ever.

Before I have time to "knock on wood" the phone rings.

It's my grandmother.. She says my grandpa is on his way to pick up Mary and I. She seems to be crying.

I hear a knock at the door.

Next thing I know..

I'm at my parents funeral, the night of their anniversary they were hit by a drunk driver..

Who knew things could get worse?