The Window - Pam Davila

His sister, Mother, and Father walked away down the sidewalk, he watched silently from the other side of the glass window. It’s not that his family purposefully left him behind, but he chose it to be that way. The young boy hated the spontaneous car trips across America, and his form of rebellion was to not see the sights his father was taking him to. It wasn't that he didn't like the car ride, because he did like cars, or he didn't like to visit the major tourist spots of America. It's that he didn't like going on a trip involuntarily . His Faher would just decide without the consent of him, or his Mother, or his sister. So many times while his family went out to enjoy all that America could offer, he sulked in the car. It’s true that sometimes, he would lift himself from his grumpiness and exit the car with the rest of the family, but today was just one of those days. It was unbearably windy outside, and the little boy was worried he might get knocked over among other things. So he chose to stay in the car, he was safe from everything outside, even if his family wasn’t. He continued to look out the window as the three rounded a corner in the sidewalk. He couldn’t see them anymore. Behind his glass window he waited for them to join him again on the other side, and maybe tomorrow he would instead choose to venture out, and join his family on the outside.