Slave Driver
I’m already 28 years old but it is just now that I am learning how to drive. I never thought that I would really need it since I grew up and lived in places where there is always public transport.
The husband promised to teach me how to drive when we were just dating so I did not enroll myself in any driving class. Now is the right time to collect the promise out of necessity. There are no public transport in this small town as well as sidewalks.
My kuya (older brother) taught me how to drive about 2 years ago with a manual gear car. We drove around the subdivision then and I remember my panic attacks when a kid crosses the street or when there is a big truck on the other lane. This time around, I drove with an automatic which makes things easier for me. I can’t be out of the road yet since I don’t have a license. Good thing our yard is big enough for me to drive around.
I’m glad that the husband is very supportive and not to mention patient with me when I make mistakes. He often tells me that I will soon get used to it and takes some time to master the skill.
Here’s a little preview of my driving:
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