Monday, 16 June 08. 5.15am.
It was just yesterday, when my relatives, family and myself went out to have our late lunch together at Sakura International to celebrate Father's Day. We came in such a large group that the staffs there have to give us six long tables to fit the 33 people we've come together in. We had a wonderful grand feast. Everyone was enjoying the buffet, eating and laughing happily. We were all catching up on good times since it is very rare for us to come together like this. The bill added up to a total of $500. But all stomachs were full so everyone was satisfied. To add to this joyous celebration, one of our close aunt just gave birth last wk and we were all going to give her and her babygirl a visit. Since we were such a big group, three different transports was needed to carry us around - my father's van, my uncle's car and my elder cousin's motor (?). Haha. I was in the car with all my closest cousins. We were so excited to see the babygirl that we were all screaming and singing in the car.
Little did we expect what was going to happen next. As we were nearing our aunt's block, the van hit a barrier and its side door flung off to the road. One of our uncle, Wak Itam, was running towards the block. It was then, when we saw blood dripping out of his hand. We got out of the car and rushed to his aid. Everyone was panic and no one knew what to do at first. It was our uncle who called the ambulance first. And then another uncle called his family members down, bringing ice cubes, towels, water with detergent to wash the floor later on. We were lucky that it happened when we have already reached their block. Who knows what will happen if it happened at the expressway? Two of Wak Itam's fingers came off and another one was dangling away, waiting for its time to fall while the other two were badly damaged. Blood was flowing out real fast. The pavement was already covered with blood. And the children got scared. One by one started to cry. As the older ones, we had to console them and bring them into the house. Never had i seen much blood coming out just from a hand. The mums were all crying while we had to put up a strong face for the younger ones. The ambulance then arrived and brought Wak Itam and wife to the hospital. The paramedic told us that the big possibility is that the fingers will be cut off. And told us to pray hard. As soon as the ambulance drove off, all of his children started crying. It was real hard for me to control it anymore. Wak Itam is my favourite uncle. As i'm typing this now, i'm crying, i swear. A hand without fingers? How is he supposed to do any work? He promised to bring me out cycling today. But it looks like it was not meant to be. The police was also involved as it was considered as a road accident. And my dad was brought to the station for further investigations. The family was so scared. The driver will always be held responsible is such accidents were to happen. And the van is under his name. What if my dad were to get charged? Because the door was open even before the van stopped, which is considered wrong to the police. Our uncle sent us home in his big car as we couldnt take the van anymore due to the side door that had already came off. We were just celebrating Father's Day together. Everyone didnt know this would happen. It wasnt anyone's fault. We are all praying hard now for both fathers.

Okay, i'm done. I cant continue anymore.
I wanna get some sleep now. Going school later on at 12.
Wont be coming home for the upcoming days.
Will be staying over at Wak Itam's house to keep the daughters company.
Sorry to friends who texted or call me.
I was at the hospital and there was no reception there. (: