It was, by far, the worst day of my life because I knew that I was responsible. I was responsible for my sister falling overboard. I was responsible for my father exhausting himself in the water trying to keep two children afloat. I was the one who slipped out of his arms, causing him to let go of Bethany. Me. I missed my dad to the point where it was hard to breathe sometimes, and I often felt like I was still in the water with him.
