Ella

Before my brother can respond, I hear the sound of a car approaching. At first, I think it's nothing, but then the rumbling of the engine grows louder, nearer. I turn my head, and there it is.

The prettiest car I've ever seen in my life.

It's gliding down the grassy hill, slow and deliberate, like something out of a movie. Wrapped in glossy red ribbons that crisscross over the hood, with colorful balloons tied to the door handles, the car gleams ...