Lying in the back seat, half asleep, I hear them fighting. Money, money, money, too much working, not enough working, not enough church, my sisters, me, what is it this time?
The steady drone of the engine soothes me more than any lullaby never did. The highway passes not even two feet below me. The long miles, the interminable distances we've traveled calm my thoughts.
They are fighting. Now they are shouting, screaming, trying to outdo the other with only the power of their voice, no reason to be found. I find solace in the vibrations of the car and I sleep. Just another car ride with my parents.
The steady drone of the engine soothes me more than any lullaby never did. The highway passes not even two feet below me. The long miles, the interminable distances we've traveled calm my thoughts.
They are fighting. Now they are shouting, screaming, trying to outdo the other with only the power of their voice, no reason to be found. I find solace in the vibrations of the car and I sleep. Just another car ride with my parents.
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