Notes

I don't remember a lot of that day but this: our neighbor's husband has three daughters with his ex-wife. I and my sister used to play with them every time they came to spend some time with their father, and that day, they came to my house. I don't even remember their names, I just know that they were a little older than my sister, who is six years bigger than me. By that time I was 6 or 7, more or less, and like every little girl, I loved Disney Princesses and Barbie. I even had at least three or four of their dresses and, when I arrived home from school, the first thing I did every day was to change clothes (uniform) for a dress of that ones. And that day had not been the exception.
The other girls had already arrived and while my sister was talking to the two younger of them, I was "playing" with the older. I should've known that something bad was going to happen, accidents were part of my day to day. So I had the brilliant idea to jump from my dad's wheelchair to the arms of the girl, the thing is that I did not tell her my plan.