I’m too old for my new car, so my son insisted that I give it to him.
I ultimately bought a red sports automobile for myself at the age of 72. I had ignored the dream for years because I was always putting other people before myself. I felt alive when I was driving it, as like I could finally experience some independence.
However, my kid was incensed upon seeing it. “You’re embarrassing yourself, Mom. Stop your absurd crisis and just give me this automobile. Like a person your age, go acquire groceries in a regular automobile.
I’m sitting here now, looking at the keys, and I’m wondering if he’s correct. Did I deserve this small amount of happiness, or did I truly make a mistake?
