Sixteen and Ready To Drive
Sixteen is jumping around on the kitchen tile,
practically breaking it with her boots.
Yelling with happiness.
Apparently some idiot let her pass the
driving part of her driver’s test.
I was not expecting that to happen, this was
the first try. What is wrong with these people?
I am in shock, watching her stomp around like
the 4-year-old child she uses for this kind of occasion.
Sorry Honey, I say. The car is dead. Battery has to be replaced.
She gives me a stern look, and she is still smiling.
We have lost the keys, I say. Both sets.
A jingling noise flies through the air.
She catches her dad’s keys on the fly.
“THANKS DADDY!” She is out the door after
giving her hero a big hug. I hear her stomping away.
Life as we knew it before this day is decidedly over.
And I am not talking about just
my husband’s.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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