The Valpo Core Reader
 

Authors

Tami Long

Document Type

Freshman Seminar Essay

Publication Date

1997

Excerpt

I recall that chilly March night in 1993. I was sitting on my bedroom floor playing Nintendo with my younger brother and sister. My mother suddenly opened the bedroom door and insisted that we get dressed quickly and go to the car. I could sense a trace of fear in her trembling voice. I asked my mother what was happening. With tears in her eyes, she told me to do what she had said because we needed to get to Indianapolis as quickly as possible. My mother did not have to speak another word. I had a pretty good idea about what was going on.

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