From the look of my husbands face I could tell what he was thinking. His hands on his hips, looking across the desert. I knew he was worried, I knew he was thinking on something perfect to talk to me and his children. One thin I knew and could tell by the look of his face is that, he can’t believe the car ran out of gas but he knew we were going to make it to California and he wont let us die here because he believes hope is on its way.
2 comments:
they most need hope, i like the deatels of the story good work dude
jessssssse
You are very descrective.
steven Johansen
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