I'd turned thirteen the day before Passover. The whole family was at the beach for the holiday, but we decided to stay. My dad drove me to the mall and got me a present, and then we had lunch. In the afternoon, we both sat on the living room and watched a western.
Then he started to scream.
He called my mom, and she sent my sister and I to the house nexdoor. They left on my mom's car.
After a while, my aunt arrived at my neighbor's, she picked us up and took us back to our house.
By the evening, they arrived.
The whole family, all my aunts and all my uncles and all my cousins, they all drove back to town, and I thought it was something for my birthday.
"He didn't make it", my mom said.
Happy birthday to me.