Miguel From The Road To El Dorado 소설 & 이야기

I was so insistent on holding onto what has never belonged to me. When I came around once more, the narrow road behind me was already filled with traffic. I had no time to lose. I took a deep breath and knelt in front of Francis. "Francis, it's all my fault, but my father is innocent. Can you please clear a path and send him to the hospital?" I prostrated myself and bowed to the ground in front of him, baffling the other surrounding drivers. "My father has lost consciousness due to a cerebral hemorrhage. His life is at stake! I'm begging you, only you have such powers!"

"Don't let them take me. I want to go with you. Please don't let them take me. Please." "They're not going to take you. I'm right here okay." he said softly into my ears. "Do you have any idea what happened to her, Mr.Miguel?" "No. She probably had too much to drink. If we get to he pack house, I want you guys to take extra care of her. If any harm comes to even a hair on her head, I will track you punks down." "We respect that." Suddenly, the lights slowly began to turn out and the last thing that I felt were the soft seats in the back of Miguel's car.