Before anything else I would like to thank you. Thank you for carrying me around in you womb for nine months and then later on went into a 15 hour labor to bring me into the world. Thank you. Thank you for driving me to school, to tuition classes, to swimming classes, to violin classes for like 12 years of our lives. Thank you for listening to the crap that spew out of my mouth even though half of if doesn't make sense. Thank you for teaching me how to ride the bicycle, how to read and I still remember those days when I sit on your lap as you guide my hand to write. Thank you for all the the little things and the big things that make you such a wonderful mother.
And yes, I am thankful that about two years ago you talk Dad into giving me a car for my birthday. How many people can say they get cars for their birthdays? Well not that many that I know of. I love my car. I like the facade of freedom that comes with it. I like the colour, it matches my personality. I like the fact that Dad change the rims and now I have pimped out rims. As much as I love my car, and I do, and I consider it to be a part of me, I also love your car Mom. A lot.
Would it kill you if you let me drive it once in a while? Like seriously. I understand that your car is about I dunno....6 times the price of my car. I understand that. But here's the deal Mom, you don't even drive your car around. Half the time you make me drive you around. To the bank, to the pasar malam, to your biweekly Quran readings, not that I mind....but maybe I could drive you around in your car once in a while. And I seriously resent that you say I will total your car. I have never total any car........... Okay, that was that one time when I bang the wall with my car when I tried to reverse park...and take out a headlight at the same time. I get that. But that was like what, 9 months ago? You cannot possibly hold that against me? I was young. It was 9 months ago. Come on!
And no Mom, I do not appreciate that you hide the keys to your car when you're out with Dad. I know this because they weren't at the usual place and I spent 2 hours searching for them. What kind of mother hides her car keys from her only child? That's right, ONLY CHILD. ME. You already married off one kid, and the other one is chasing the American Dream.
Honestly. It's just a car. Why won't you let me drive it?!!!!!!! It pains me to my soul that the beauty just stays there, in the porch and you too stingy to let me drive. Seriously. Why do you hurt me so? Do you like seeing your ONLY CHILD suffer? Huh huh? And Mom think about it, if something were to happen to me. Something bad, something....wouldn't you regret not letting me have the one thing I want....when I was around. ("Was" = past tense Mom, take note). Wouldn't you just hate yourself. Wouldn't you think to yourself "Ohhhh, I should have let CD drive my car. Its her final wish....." But by then it would be too late. Coz I'm no longer around.
Things happen Mom. I just don't want you to regret it.
I'm just sayin....