It was a typical Monday morning, and the streets were already crowded during rush hour.
To avoid the traffic jam on the main road, Dad decided to take a short cut through a side road.
Unfortunately, that side road led to a busy roundabout where cars were moving at just 10 kilometres per hour.
Near the roundabout, there was a pedestrian crossing, but a car tried to overtake us and nearly knocked down a cyclist.
Mom screamed, and Dad had to slow down quickly.
Then, at the next traffic lights, our car started to make strange noises.
To our horror, it began to break down right in the middle of a one-way street.
We couldn't move, and cars behind us honked angrily.
Dad felt terrible because he had let us down—we were going to be late for school.
While waiting for help, he asked me to put down the phone number of the repair shop.
I wrote it down on a piece of paper, but he told me to turn down the radio so he could think.
Finally, a tow truck arrived and took us on a bypass that led to a garage.
It was a morning we won't forget!