It was currently a heat wave, and everyone was either stuck in their houses with icepacks upon icepacks or out buying icepacks due to the scorching sun. The heat was smothering and overwhelming, like a tight and unwelcomed hug from a random stranger who won't stop fussing about how long it's been since they've seen you and your mom swears is her long distant friend.

You are a two year old. A two year stuck in your mom's car. A two year old stuck in your mom's car in the middle of a heatwave while she is in Walmart, taking her sweet time doing whatever is more important than you melting to death in her suffocating car.

Another lady, Gayle, who was walking through the car park, noticed you stuck in the car, sweat dripping from your tiny and defenless body. Worried, she immediately called the police, only able to pray they'd get there soon enough to get you out and, hopefully, get you away from your irresponsible and careless mom.

Gayle waits and waist restlessly, only able to stay next to the car. "Hey, don't worry, baby. The police are coming." She said softly to you through the window to calm your half conscious state until the police arrived, although it seemed like she was also trying to comfort herself. "Shhh, it's okay, baby. It's okay, baby."