Bright yellow lights hovered over my weary face, feeling the sandman sprinkling his magical sand onto my eyes, waiting for sweet slumber to carry me away from what's to come. The smell of repugnant gasoline scared the sandman away, and that's when my father opened the driver's door, and his thick, boisterous voice announced in Spanish that he'd return once he refilled his truck with gas. I was nevertheless ecstatic to be in the newly bought vehicle; my father had left me alone with my baby brother, but I couldn't help but sit languidly starring as my father walked into the worn-down store without the ignited, unlocked truck in his worries.

A little cry began shrieking from a tiny corner in the compact pick-up truck. This small creature was caramel brown, had no teeth, carried two giant black marbles slightly above the small mountain that the being claimed to be his nose. While I attempted to tranquilize my baby brother the driver's door opened, but it wasn't my father who hastened in the driver's seat and stepped on the gas pedal. The new driver was demanding money from a confused 5-year-old and an oblivious 1-year-old who both were gazing out the glasses seeking for aid or at least a sense of safety from any familiar face. This tall, slim shadow demanded all our possessions with his sharp declarations. He had me under his subjugation, and until I emptied my pockets demonstrating the one-dollar bill and the four pieces of Legos in my jean pockets, he finally decided to rid us from "his" hard-earned truck.

We sought for our father for asylum; Cesar (my younger brother) and I were thrown into the abyss under the perfidious stranger hands, claiming we were set free with a cynical smile making me assume his next deed would be to hunt us down. We laid in fright waiting for a familiar face to appear, but I knew deep down that the cold, rough concrete was now our home. I wasn't adequately strong to shoulder the goblin and walk at the same time, and Cesar was too young to be able to walk at all, we were in a predicament that couldn't be solved. Hours passed by, I was glad that the stranger was gone, but my hopes of being found were diminishing. The day was about to break; the sun could be viewed over the horizon when suddenly our father spotted us, with fright in his eyes he picked up Cesar and walked back home, assuming that I would follow him with my trembling legs. With nothing but our clothes on our back and the unforgettable experience, we set for home.