It was one Friday on Pine Street. It was at 6 that
my mom told my brother to go for some tacos to eat. When he got back we
started to eat the tacos. It was me, my brother, my brother’s son, who
is three, my mom, my dad, and my brother’s girlfriend. We were all
outside my house on Pine Street. We could see cars passing by and we
could feel the wind in our faces.
When we finished eating, my dad went to a meeting. My mom told my
brother’s girlfriend to go to Ross and they took the little man. So now
it was just me and my brother (his name is Manuel). We were just
chilling, listening to music.
Then my brother Manuel got a call from his friend, who said, ‘’I was
coming home from work, when my car just stopped. I was on the freeway
and needed to get to a gas station to stop, but I knew that the car
didn’t need gas.’’ He also said that he had got it to work after all, so
he said, ‘’I am on the way,’’ and he hung the phone up.
After thirty minutes, we received another call from him saying that his
car had stopped again. The good thing was that he was at a gas station.
He asked if we could go and help him, so my brother said yes. The gas
station was about thirty minutes away.
When we got there, we got out of the car, and Manuel’s friend said that
he didn't know what was wrong. We stayed there for a while with him. My
brother told him to start the car and just take it. I think that was the
best idea that we had in mind.
So my brother’s friend did that and it worked! He got to his house
safely, and we went to Pine Street. When we were pulling into the
driveway, he called and said, ‘’I'll be at your house shortly with my
girlfriend, my daughter, and my son.’’ He walked over to our house
because he also lives on Pine Street, and when he got there we made a
fire and some steaks. When he left he said, ‘’I am coming back
tomorrow,’’ and the next day we had a barbecue with the neighbors on