Thanksgiving with my Brother part 1
We pulled onto the concrete driveway; I sat in the back on the left side. My dad was driving and my brother was in the passenger seat. The car was shifted into ‘park’ and the engine was turned off. I heard the two boys click off their seat belts and open the doors. I reached down to my right side and clicked my seat belt off. I opened the car door and stepped out. A cold breeze sliced my skin. As soon as I shut the car door, I threw my arms around my tummy. My daddy locked the car. I gazed at...
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