ونډول شوی غږيز

We’ve been in the car for 7 hours… SEVEN. My legs forgot how to leg like 3 hours ago. Dad’s driving like he’s in a Fast & Furious movie… but it’s just a Toyota and pure delusion. Mom’s yelling “slow down” every 10 minutes like it’s her side quest. My little sibling? Oh yeah. They’ve asked “are we there yet” 47 TIMES. I counted. I’m keeping score. This is personal now. And somehow… SOMEHOW… the one snack I was saving for emotional support? Gone. Vanished. Stolen. I look over… crumbs on their face