16-21 Novalogue

Grandma, I feel so guilty. I was driving along Morningside Road when it happened. I should have been focusing on the road but I was distracted with the ear piece to my phone and when I looked back up I saw this squirrel, standing straight up, with his tiny hands stretched out, looking directly into my eyes and THUMP.
I slammed on my breaks as hard as I could but I knew it was too late…I felt the impact.
I’m responsible for taking a life, this cute, adorable, playful little squirrel. All he was doing was crossing the street to go play with his friends and I came along ending his entire existence.
I saw them. I saw the other squirrels. There were about five of them, on the other side of the road, waiting for him, waiting for him to cross the street.
When I got out of the car I was shaking and I had to will myself to see the front bumper because I was still hoping that maybe what I felt wasn’t real or maybe I just tapped the little guy and he was just shaken up but no, no, he was squished into my bumper like a pancake and I am to blame.
I have a stain on my heart that can’t ever be removed because I killed him…it’s my fault Grandma