I'm 14F. Three years ago, my dad died in a motorcycle accident caused by a drunk driver. To most people, he was the rough, scary president of a biker club. To me, he was the man who kissed my forehead every night and told me, "Real strength is protecting people weaker than you." When he died, my mom was pregnant with my baby brother. Suddenly, she was alone with three kids and another on the way. This summer, my classmate Ethan's mom was diagnosed with stage 3 cancer. The bills were CRUSHING his