Daddy’s little girl
Finally presented myself at the Bukit Batok Driving Centre today.
Who knows when I will ever get my licence? I know I will never get to fulfil that childhood dream … of driving my dad around, and not just be the little girl who changes gears while my dad softly tells me a number. I always quietly wondered what would happen if I do not do as I am told (but was never deviant enough to put such thought into action) …
For a time, I inwardly sigh whenever people ask why I don’t go and learn how to drive; I came up with some other answers. Only some know the other reason – I get sad thinking about how even if I learn how to, my first passenger has already passed on. There will not be this scene where we (just the two of us!) pick up my first car, briefly inspect the interior, adjust the air-conditioning, and drive home to pick up the rest of the family.
A rather useless manner of thought, actually. Poignant, yes, but I think I’ve finally decided to let go of it.
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read this a couple of days ago. didn’t comment (though i had wanted to) because was at a loss for words.
still quite so, but i think your dad would had been proud and very happy to know how you feel. :)
/end absolute ineloquence