I haven’t really felt so alone until a while ago. I was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, out in the pouring rain. Just that small stretch of wet land in front of cars that barely move. As I wait for my dad, the light of the post right next to me goes out. I’m left in the dark with only the rain breaking the silence. Filled with paranoid thoughts, the only thing keeping me sane was the towel draped over my shoulders and the thought that someone was coming for me soon. When my dad finally arrived, I finally felt at ease. I was now going home. Some stories just have happy endings.