A Day I Will Never Forget Short Story

There is a 0.00001 percent chance of a person being in a plane crash.In other words, one person out of ten million people usually gets into a plane crash in his/her life; I am that one person. July 6, 2013, was a day that I will never forget, as it had a significant impact on my life.

I had been looking forward to this day for months, as I was really excited to meet my cousins. My parents and I boarded the flight and eagerly waited to land in San Francisco. After an uneventful ten hours, we were getting ready to land and I couldn 't wait to get out and meet my cousins. As our plane was descending, I realised that we were too close to the water and the runway was nowhere in sight. I started to get a bit anxious while looking out of my window,

I saw my father laying unconscious and I helped remove his seat belt with my mother. My mother told me to get my father out of the plane while she would stay back to search for the bag with our passports. I told her that I was not going to leave her behind, but she insisted. The cabin had already been filled with smoke, and she told me to leave. A stranger and I helped my father and we walked towards the evacuation slides. While walking down the aisle, I saw blood on the seats, on the walls, and on the floor. I could hear babies crying, people screaming and coughing. I finally reached the evacuation slides and got to safety. I frantically searched for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. I wanted to go back into the plane, but the flames had surrounded the plane. I returned to my dad, who was still unconscious. His shoulder had also been bruised badly and I was about to cry. I almost fell to pieces, but I knew that I had to stay strong. I knew that it was time for me to step up. Since I was a little child, I had always been dependent on my father. Now, my father was dependent on me and I had to take care of him. I took my father to the designated