The sun shone brightly, illuminating the sky a bright baby blue. My childrens flipflops scraped the dirt road beneath my feet and I listened carefully to my sister as she talked. My sunglasses turned everything a dark, soft green and I could feel a breeze on my sleeves. My sister made a joke and I smiled. Wind rustled the branches and birds chirped making all stresses disappear like magic. In an instant, a bright white Jeep flew up the road, splashing water all up my side and on my sister too. We yelled at the driver, even though he was out of earshot, then looked at each other and laughed. Coronavirus can't change careless drivers, but it definitely changed my relationship with my little sister and made it at least ten times stronger than before.
