August 3, 2017

My dad offered to drive me home but our car wasn’t working. I was looking at a map on my phone as we walked through a residential area but I was unable to find our current location. We opened a garage to find a car and a motorcycle.

I looked at the street sign, it read “Ptolvsky St.” A green plastic label was also attached on the pole, reminding residents that weekly trash collection was tomorrow.

We tried to start the new car without much success. “I didn’t think it would take this long” my dad said. He then told my brother to buy groceries from a nearby convenience store as the fresh market was already closed for the day. I said it was risky since they didn’t always have fresh vegetables but we didn’t have any other choice.