On June 25, 2011 my life was changed forever. My family was traveling North on the Ventura 101 Freeway. While traveling at high speeds we crashed into a tree. In that accident I lost my Dad Phet, my Mom, Holly and my 11-year-old brother Eric. We also lost a close family friend. I was the only one to survive the accident; my only injury was a broken arm, but it was my emotional wounds that hurt me the most.
After being discharged from the hospital I was sent home to live with my older cousin’s family. On the car ride home from the hospital my cousin and aunt told me if I needed to talk to them about anything I could. Immediately after losing my family I didn't feel anything, no sadness at all—I was numb. When I returned to school everyone knew my story. My brother’s school held a tree planting ceremony in memory of my family.