One set of lights.

Two sets of lights.

I didn’t realise how far away our house was from the hospital.

At the third set of lights I looked out the window.

A normal pair of eyes would not have been able to see what I saw.

Theo swore loudly and wasn’t even told off by our parents like they usually did.

“Come ON.” Dad growled as he beeped his horn. The lights stayed red for a very long time.

Long enough for me to remember what REALLY went on that day.

The End

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