A dream come true
It was a dream come true. I wanted to bring my son from the airport—driving myself. This seemed impossible just two months ago when my son told me, “You’re overaged; your reflexes may not be great. Driving isn’t a good decision now.” He even added that he would pay all my Uber bills. That day, I decided to take driving as a challenge. The one thing my family always teased me about was that I got my licence almost twenty years ago but never really drove regularly. I would drive for a few days, then give it up—blaming my circumstances: small kids, no time, being a working woman managing home and work all alone while my husband was away. The list went on… but the one thing I forgot was that my age was progressing and my confidence going down. Then came the era of automatic cars. I insisted on getting one, thinking I could drive better. Yielding to my wish, an automatic car was bought—but the story remained the same. Now my excuse was that there was no other adult in the house besides...