A little girl, dressed in a red dress with white polka dots, was running on the pavement of a London street. While her mother trembled in horror, a girl jumped carefree; her blonde tresses bounced down her back as she approached the end of a sidewalk. He got closer and closer to the road, full of moving cars. Finally her mother couldn't bear the tension any longer: "Ellie!" I scream. "Come back to me! You have to be more careful. The street is full of cars!" “Yes, Mom,” Ellie replied, although she didn't know why her mother was so angry. Ever since her father didn't come back from the hospital, her mother had been ridiculously afraid of everything related to cars. Ellie didn't like to think about it to his father. Every time he thought of him, he remembered the day when everyone he knew came to church, dressed in black, and cried like crazy. And that was a very sad memory years was the fact that things like that are easily forgotten, especially if your mother doesn't like talking about it either. "Mom, look!" she pointed to the st...