~ SEVEN YEARS AGO~ DAY OF THE ACCIDENT.
A fourteen year old Whitney sat in the front seat of a car feeling happy and excited.
"So, did you enjoy the birthday party?" James Archer asked, his eyes on the road.
"I did. Lisa's birthday party was fun and thanks to her, I got to eat a lot" Whitney replied.
"Eating a lot will make you fat and we don't want that since you will be a famous singer and you've got to keep in shape" James said which got her giggling.
"I don't want to be a singer, dad"
"What do you want to be then?"
"I want to become a heart surgeon, '' Whitney replied, which got her father staring her way while he ruffled her hair.
"Why? Is it because of your poor heart" he asked and that got her nodding.
"When I got a new heart the other year, I couldn't help but to think of the others. Especially those who are suffering from the same sickness like me but can't afford to get a surgery"
