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