Monday, April 30, 2012


Yesterday, my father and I went driving together after a long time.
Long enough for me to have a fuzzy memory about the last time we drove together.
So long ago, that, in fact, my only concrete recollection is that the last time we went driving together was in 2009.
That time, he used to drive me to the physiotherapist.
This time, he drove himself to the doctor. 
Strange because I suddenly realize that the probability of us taking a drive together again is low.
So low that the only way I can think of repeating the experience is if I accompany him to the doctor next month.
And knowing that it won't happen because I won't be here and my mother or sister will take the ride next time.