There is something wrong with her - with the woman I am with tonight.
"Mom, stop the car!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Hoping this time, she'll listen to me. But I was wrong. This further speeds up the operation of the car.
"Mom! What are you doing?"
Mom was trying to get us killed. Oh my god. Mom --- she's not her! My hands are already shaking in fear as tears started to pool my eyes. My grip at my seatbelt tightened as I looked at her unbelievably. I should have trusted my instincts a while ago.
I waited for her to answer but there's only silence. My eyes widened when I saw a precipice at the end of the road we were walking on now. I almost held my breath because instead of stopping Mommy made the car run even faster. We almost flew down the road. I tried to grab my cellphone
