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My Bronzy is still at the workshop unfortunately and I am due at work today. I woke up duper early just to hitch a ride to work. Popa had to send my brudder to the eastern part of Jurong before I can be on my way.
Journeys the usual.. Bantering between siblings and then the popa. It’s been awhile since the three of us sat together in the car (the last was when my brud was still cramming for his O’s When my popa would drop him at his school then send me to work).
It’s always scary to sit in popa’s car. There would be instances where he would be talking to us and forget that the concentrations supposed to be on the roads instead. I fear for his safety on the roads and would always scream at him to drive safe. We are not the emo types so screams and shouts are equivalent to hugs and kisses to show that we care.
I must remind myself not to eat or drink before embarking on my journey with popa. Or I should even remember to bring a ‘puke’ bag. He is as skilled as my grandma( who doesn’t hold a class 3 license) when it comes to driving. He accelerates and brakes as if he is a drift racer. I almost puked on my journey to work today. But I am glad that i have the luxury of having my popa drive me to work.
I appreciate that I still have someone to drive me to work, someone to nag at me when I come home a lil later, someone to complain that I flood the bathroom during one of my ‘singalong’ shower session, someone to bomb my phone when I stun the mark x..
I don’t want to regret not being able to enjoy my ‘popa’ moments in later years. After seeing how my colleagues/friends grieved over the passing of their parents, I learnt to treasure. I am glad to be me, to be my parents’ daughter.
Love,
Adeline