The taxi is arriving at 8; I am ready for 7:45.
I sit by the window, waiting for the taxi.
The house is silent.
Mum shouts, “Are you ready?” “Yes,” I shout back.
I see the taxi coming down the street.
“The taxi’s here; it’s time for me to go,” I shout.
Mum runs down the stairs. “Wait… wait,” she says.
I open the front door; it creaks.
The taxi driver reaches ou…