There’s a small cross by the side of Highway128, near the town o Boonville. If this cross could talk, it would tell you this 16 story:

Seven years ago my brother, Michael, was at a friend’s farm. They decided to go out for dinner. Joe arrived and 17 to drive—after just one 18.

19, the four friends traveled the winding road. They didn’t know where it would end ---- 20 did. Suddenly, they turned 21 into the opposite lane(车道), running into an oncoming car.

22 home we were watching E.T. on video in front of a warm fire. Then we went to bed. At 2:00 am a police officer 23 my mom with the shocking 24. Michael had been killed.

In the morning, I 25 my mother and sister crying. I stood there 26. “What’s wrong?” I asked, rubbing my 27 eyes.

Mom took a deep breath. “Come here…”

Thus began a difficult 28 through grief, where all roads lead to nowhere. It 29 hurts to remember that day.

The only thing tat helps is telling my story, 30 you will remember it 31 you want to get into a car with someone who has had a drink ---- even just one drink.

Joe chose the road to 32. He was convicted of manslaughter(过失杀人罪) and served time. However, the real punishment is 33 the consequences(后果) of his actions. He left us 34 and ache in our hearts that will never go away, a nightmare that will 35 him--- and us ---- or the rest of our lives. And a small cross by the side of Highway 128.

There’s a small cross by the side of Highway128, near the town o Boonville. If this cross could talk, it would tell you this 16 story:

Seven years ago my brother, Michael, was at a friend’s farm. They decided to go out for dinner. Joe arrived and 17 to drive--after just one 18.

19, the four friends traveled the winding road. They didn’t know where it would end--- 20 did. Suddenly, they turned 21 into the opposite lane(车道), running into an oncoming car.

22 home we were watching E.T. on video in front of a warm fire. Then we went to bed. At 2:00 am a police officer 23 my mom with the shocking 24. Michael had been killed.

In the morning, I 25 my mother and sister crying. I stood there 26. “What’s wrong?” I asked, rubbing my 27 eyes.

Mom took a deep breath. “Come here…”

Thus began a difficult 28 through grief, where all roads lead to nowhere. It 29 hurts to remember that day.

The only thing tat helps is telling my story, 30 you will remember it 31 you want to get into a car with someone who has had a drink--- even just one drink.

Joe chose the road to 32. He was convicted of manslaughter(过失杀人罪) and served time. However, the real punishment is 33 the consequences(后果) of his actions. He left us 34 and ache in our hearts that will never go away, a nightmare that will 35 him-- and us--- or the rest of our lives. And a small cross by the side of Highway 128.