That day I am waiting for my father

That day I am waiting for my father to get to school. Wait for the evening's father is yet to come. I remember very well that the day I cry very hard but I'm waiting for the father alone. Over time, My mom would come and tell me that my father had been a car crash. My dad is sleeping on the bed, on the head with a bandage. I rushed to hug his father immediately. The memories I don't want to happen again.