“Mommy, what do you think I'll be when I grow up?” he said.

“I think you would be a great lawyer, you always seem to debate with me,” She replied. He giggled at my comment.

“To speak with the big person behind the desk who carries a big hammer would be really scary,” he mumbled.

“It would be but I bet they would find you very intimidating, my love,” She said with a smile. They then stopped at a stop sign.

“Will you watch me mommy? Will you see how cool I can persuade people?” he said. A smile then crept across my face.

“I will always be there in the best and worst moments of your life.” The conversation went on for a while.

“Mommy, you said I can be absolutely anything if I have the determination, right?”

“ Crap, what time is it again? I mean, if you wanna be a lawyer, be a lawyer. ”

The sun started to fall sending shivers down both of our spines. She gripped her hand tightly as they maneuvered their way over to the next section of the highway..

“Mommy, what if I can’t become a lawyer?” he said.

“Don't say that, I’m sure if you really want to be, you can make it.”

“But mommy-”

“No buts, if I have to sell my soul for you to be someone; to surpass me, I will.” It then became silent.. He slid down lower in his seat.

“Mommy?” he asked.

“Yes, my dear,” She replied.

“Ill help you too, Ill help you make your dream come true.”

“Oh really, how nice, can you check the time for me though?.” The car continued down the road and above them dark clouds started to form in the sky. For a moment, the sky was clear until rain started to pour down, flooding the road and her sight to see anything.

“Dammit.,” She cursed under my breath.

“Mommy, it's raining hard.”

“We are almost there, don’t you worry.” The sky got darker and they found themselves being dragged into more of this extreme weather. Suddenly she heard a loud pop and she lost control of the steering wheel.

“Oh my god!,” she yelled as she grabbed onto the emergency brake.

“MOMMY!-”

  BANG!

Her eyes shot open. She quickly looked up and into the eyes of the judge, her expression of pure bewilderment.

“Look, she isn’t even paying attention! She doesn’t even care about his death! I’m telling you ma’am, this is manslaughter!” her ex-husband yelled from the podium.

“Calm down Mr, Grovedale,” The judge said, flipping through the accident files.

“No! I want her in jail. I want her in jail tonight!”

“No..,” She began to whisper, “ It's all a misunderstanding, I was just trying to get home for din-”

“Bullshit, he is dead and it's your fault! You killed our son, Diane!” The courtroom then became silent and the eyes of the jury stared into her soul, waiting for her reply.

She didn’t answer. She didn’t even blink. What could she possibly say?