Sad day for my street

An African refugee family (muslim Somali, Sudanese?) 5 doors down from me had a tragedy just the other day.

The mother, 11 year old daughter and 4 year old son were crossing the street and a car jumped the lights as they were crossing the road. The 4 year old was hit and died.

I'd seen him just a few days ago with his oldest brother and sister. I was smoking a fag on my doorstep and they were walking up the street. He was crying and his brother picked him up and let him walk on the garden walls. He stopped crying and when they walked past I said "are you alright little man?" His sister said "he's a cry baby" and he smiled at me. They're a nice family and I always say hello.

It's bad **** when an adult dies, but when they're so young and haven't had a chance to live life it's even more sad.

The mother was holding his hand when they were crossing the road, when the car hit him he was ripped out of her hand and went flying.

Sad stuff... the woman driver stopped at the scene.

I'm at my parents at the mo, but when I get back I'm putting a card through the letter box. Love from John at number 6.

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Sad day for my street