When I was little, an ice cream truck would stop by my house every day. I was always happy to see it. Once I asked my dad why he didn’t drive an ice cream truck. He didn’t answer. I later found out my mother had been run over by an ice cream truck.
When I was little, an ice cream truck would stop by my house every day. I was always happy to see it. Once I asked my dad why he didn’t drive an ice cream truck. He didn’t answer. I later found out my mother had been run over by an ice cream truck.