10th August 2012; when it all began. I was in sixth grade, at a school in Randfontein, Gauteng, South Africa. It was the November school holidays, my family -which consisted of my mom, dad, little brother, Jake, and older sister, Rachael- were travelling home from my Dad's sister, Aunty Lydia, when a truck collided with our car. My mom and dad were killed instantly due to the pressure beneath the truck, but my siblings and I were rushed to the hospital. Rachael died on the way to the hospital and Jake during surgery. I was in a coma for three days before my heart stopped beating and I slipped away. A teenage boy had run into my room screaming. He burnt a small circle on my arm just before security dragged him out of the room. Nobody knew who he was or what he had been doing at that hospital. It struck the hospital dead when my heart started beating two hours later. Most people believed it was the miracle of Jesus Christ.
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