I stood in the cold shivering thinking about how I ended up in the middle of the street. Try to remember how they put their thinking together at the beginning. Thinking back to when we were driving to our apartment. It all started when my mother and I were driving up to our apartment. We had just come out of the Beaverton library. As we were driving down the road near my house, we noticed a Trimet van blocking the road. A woman stood outside the van and waved vehicles to the right side of the road. My mother said “what’s going on?” ". I then replied to my mother, “Nothing important, just keep driving, my mother turned her head only to see a crying woman lying on the side of the road. My mother immediately turned off the car and took the keys out of the ignition. My mother jumped out of the car and rushed to the woman's aid. The woman who was not from this country spoke little English. My mother was a translator and spoke 3 languages ​​Somali, Arabic and English. The woman who was hit by the vehicle spoke Somali, my mother's native language. But before my mother could speak to him, policewoman Trimet came to us and told us to leave the premises. So I said, “No, my mother is a translator.” She then looked at my mother and told her to pull her car off the road so incoming traffic wouldn't be blocked. My mother then went to the car to move it. I crouched down next to the woman and tried to comfort her. A woman then ran towards me. She was then arrested and questioned by the Trimet police officer. Then she ran up to me and asked me what happened. I explained the situation to him. She then asked me to translate for the woman. I did my best but I spoke poorly and only knew a few words of the language. My mother then ran and spoke to... middle of paper ...... with a confident "maybe but I could make things worse rather than better". He suggested we also call IAA so they could give us the key to the car. My mother called them and sent me to the car. I searched like a maniac in the cold searching everywhere I could. Finally, I gave up and went to the back of the car to grab the groceries we had bought hours before and walk them home. I came back and dropped them off and my mom told me it would cost 500 cents to replace the key to the Honda Civic car. Pausing to pay my panicked mother. I get a little hopeful and decide to check the car one more time. After about a half hour of searching, I sat down and prayed to God. But just as I came out, I felt a sharp point hit my buttock. I put my hand in and felt the key's hand. I looked at the keys for a long time and realized they were in my back pocket the whole time..