Kim was just six weeks old. She was my precious little pearl and I was so proud of her. I couldn’t wait to take her back to Ohio, couldn’t wait to show her to the rest of my family. The Oklahoma ground was a dark, rich, sticky orange clay. It was January, but it was about 75 degrees outside. The car was cramped. Everything we owned was in that car, all our clothes, pots and pans, our baby, and our baby’s used cloth diapers. …show more content…
There was no such thing as GPS. We wanted to stop and get something to eat.
“I think we missed our exit,” I said.
“Aw, hell Carolyn. Why didn’t you tell me that was the exit before we passed it? Aren’t you payin’ any attention?” replied my husband, Steve, who was driving the car. Most people call him “Butch” though.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure. We can get back.”
Just then white smoke started pouring out from the hood of the car.
Butch yelled, “You gotta be kidding me!”
We pulled over, got out, and lifted the hood to see what was happening. The smoke billowed out all at once like a caged animal finally escaping. The engine had overheated. We pulled any drinks we had in the car out and poured them on the engine.
Kim was crying now. I went to go check on her. She was hungry, so was