I was too eager to arrive home because I didn’t want her to go crazy and pop her head out of the car window to feel more of the wind. I know she needed to feel the rush, but I was also scared she might lose her good grip and get hurt. I feel pity for her. Too young to be so depressed, for whatever reason she may have. But seeing she was also having fun as the booze started to kick in, I was also smiling and laughing at her silly tricks. She wanted to roll the whole window down, but I only allowed half to it. She called me Killjoy and said I wasn't fun, but I am after her safety. So she settled with drinking her bottle of whatever liquor was it I didn't even know. But I let her be.
I really hope she forgets a little of her sorrows and has a little fun. Even though it won't change much of a
