I remember the accident happened to my mom when she was in her last month of her pregnancy. Mom involved in accident. She rode dad's motorcycle to her employer's house when she was a babysitter at that time. A car suddenly crossed the road. Mom didn't manage to hit the brake and slammed the side of the car so har. She flipped on the air over the car and landed on her hand.
Someone appeared on our lawn to deliver the bad news to us. I wasn't too shocked or terrified at that moment with the brick game on my hand. My sis cycled to fetch my dad from the kenduri of my neigbours. We went to the hospital with my aunty and my uncle. I saw mom lying on the bed with her broken jaw. The baby was safe miraculously.
I guess when Allah asked my sister whether she really wants to see the world, the cruel things about the world, the nice flowery moments she could experience, my sister answered yes to HIM with a brisk confidence. She's 13 year-old now, naughty, stubborn and sometimes makes my mom so irritated =]