My+Writing

==The sun blazes down on my head as I push open the solid metal door. I can feel the heat of the sun like I feel the heat from the little hand holding mine, as we step quickly up the sidewalk. Waving to passing cars, we approach our van. Sliding open the doors to the mobile inferno, we climb in. Even though she complains, I urge her to her seat.==

My daughter was complaining how hot it was...

My daughter was complaining so badly, I wanted to get her to her seat so she would stop complaining.

My daughter was complaining about how hot the van was, and I still want her to stop complaining and get in her seat.