My sister and I followed our father, to the corner Restaurant; he wore sock without shoes.  While we waited for him; he decided to drink a little *****.
When it came time for us to leave; he walked us out the door.  Quickly, a bright light shined, from the Police car, until my father couldn't take it anymore.
He began to run fast, not going anywhere.  My sister and I were far ahead, but my father was far back there.
All we could see was a lot of smoke, because he was kicking up dust.  He had one thing on his mind, evidently, he forgot about us.  
We finally made it safely home, without him being locked up.  Somehow the Officer knew, my father was a man who was stuck.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing