Story: Girl Went to a Party and Did Just like Her Mom Said
The numbers of young lives ending too early because of drunk driving are seriously alarming, and we all have to contribute in some way to raising awareness about this issue. This poem puts us in the shoes of the victims.
An anonymous teenage girl deeply affected by this problem used her poetic skills to pen a heartbreaking fictional letter from a girl dying in a car crash caused by a drunk driver to her mother, and Bored Daddy shared it.
The piece gives voice to those who cannot speak for themselves after their lives have been stolen from them because of the recklessness of others, and it reminds us of the responsibility of driving a car under the influence.
We are strongly against drunk driving and we expect that this reminder that our actions not only affect ourselves helps people think about this. Read more on our Twitter account @amomama_usa
Dear Mom, I went to a party, Mom. I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Mom. So I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom. The way you said I would. I didn’t drink and drive, Mom. Even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom. I know you are always right. Now the party is finally ending, Mom. As everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom. I knew I’d get home in one piece. Because of the way you raised me. So responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom. But as I pulled out into the road. The other car didn’t see me, Mom. And hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom. I hear the policeman say. “The other guy is drunk,” Mom. And now I’m the one who will pay.
I’m lying here dying, Mom… I wish you’d get here soon. How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom. And most of it is mine. I hear the medic say, Mom, I’ll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn’t drink. It was the others, Mom. The others didn’t think.
He was probably at the same party as I. The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life. I’m feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don’t think it’s fair. I’m lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave. And when I go to heaven, Mom, put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive. If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I’m becoming very scared. Please don’t cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom. Before I say goodbye. I didn’t drink and drive. So why am I the one to die?
Teenagers, who people think are always selfish and careless, frequently surprise older people with their empathy for others and their deep views on life.
In this other story, a devastated man finds out that his child is not actually his because of a DNA test, and the 15-year-old gives him exactly the answer he needed.