My Parents Left Me At The Rest Area
During the New Year’s, on the highway back home to our hometown, my younger brother pestered us to stop for a bathroom break.
My mother nudged both my older sister and me.
“The next rest stop is quite far from here. You should head to the washroom; otherwise, you’ll regret it later.
“Be quick; don’t dilly-dally!”
Just as I jumped out, my family’s car pulled away and started driving away. The temperature was close to the freezing point, but my parents left me behind at an unmanned rest stop.
I could only rush over and yell after them, “Dad! Mom!”