As Mrs. Eaton got my suitcase out from under the bed and started emptying the drawers into it, she explained that I would be going to live with my Uncle and his family.
“What happened to Mommy and Daddy?”
“Oh sweety,” Mrs. Eaton stopped what she was doing and came over and sat on my bed next to me. “No one told you? You poor dear. Your Mommy and Daddy were in a car accident and died.”
“But Daddy is a good driver.”
“Yes he is sweety, but there was a man in another car that hit your Mommy and Daddy’s car.”
