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12

Riding in the passenger seat down I-5, the California sun shining through and my long auburn hair flowing back behind me. I look to my right and see a long black minivan catching speed in the lane over. Two tall-looking women in the front and a small boy in the back. He sat criss-crossed in his seat with his thumb in his mouth, holding a blanket in the other. His big baby blue eyes met with mine and he immediately bent down as if to hide. I simply smiled and looked away, laughing at the young one. “Hey what’s this song called?” I asked my sister in the driver’s seat as I turned up the music.

“Oh I don’t know some pop garbage probably,” she replied.

 

I shrugged and looked out my window again to see the minivan still riding alongside our car. However, this time something caught my eye. The young blonde in the back seat was staring right at me and holding up a piece of paper against the window, seeming as if it was a message he wanted me to receive. I squint and read aloud the message he wrote, “Help Me.”