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An Ode to my Dad

I haven’t forgotten, Dad, about our long silent trips to school on the dusty road to Masaiti.

 

I haven’t forgotten about how the car would break down and you would recruit the locals to help change the tire. I would be embarrassed, but it would also make me giggle because it was typical you.

A car worth writing about

Last weekend my husband and I were driving to my aunt’s house, the road was a little bumpy and I found myself going “wooooooh”.  The only other person who had ever made that sound when driving was my dad.