Turning onto my street, I noticed the Lopez’s vehicle blocking my driveway. I’d met the family of four ten years ago when we moved across the street. Friendly and hardworking, they ran a landscape business.
I kept knocking, hearing footsteps inside. “It’s your neighbor!” I finally said. When a child slowly opened the door. Behind her at least twenty-five young children sat silently, staring. I froze. Then, I saw Mr. Lopez.
He moved the extended white van with no windows; It was an odd-looking vehicle seen sporadically lately. But I never hear the children, I thought, looking the other way.
I kept knocking, hearing footsteps inside. “It’s your neighbor!” I finally said. When a child slowly opened the door. Behind her at least twenty-five young children sat silently, staring. I froze. Then, I saw Mr. Lopez.
He moved the extended white van with no windows; It was an odd-looking vehicle seen sporadically lately. But I never hear the children, I thought, looking the other way.
