I saw this little antique piece & it drove me back to
those days with Daddy. The picture had him in the driving seat, my mom at the
back holding my younger brother & I was made to stand short n fitted in the
space between the handle & the driver's. I was too young to understand
philosophy but those rides taught me a lot. We understood that in
life,mom will always be holding a lot more than us in her hands so we need to
not make it bumpy for her. The sibling will always be young ,so protect him
even if he outgrows. Keep your eyes open,because your family is in your hands.
But what I wasn't really prepared was - losing his hands over mine on the
handle. When did my pseudo driving act turned into the real one, I did not get
the chance to ask him why so soon ? My hands are still there, perhaps the grip
has become more firm. The vision is clearer to me but what can never be back
are those random scary turns when I could look up & just see him take care
of it for me
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