Drive Through
My son Raffy is a much better driver than I am. Maybe I should settle for cars like these... Who among you here drive their own car? Then you would know what I’m going through right now. I’m in a state you would call the Drive-Through. No, I’m not referring to a McDonald’s Drive thru, or a Jollibee Drive thru. I’m not talking about food at all! I’m talking about learning how to drive and all the things you have to go through while learning. I’m on a drive-through! All right, you might be wondering, “She’s learning how to drive? Wait, how old is she?” I know, I know, I’m in my thirties! (Actually author is in her forties.) I get it! I’m way too old to still not know how to drive. Heck, kids these days drive their own wheels to the prom! But yes, at thirty-two (Make that 45), I am learning how to drive. My first victim was my younger brother March. Yes you heard right. My name is April and I have