My Father's Car

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Travelling by bicycle is far better than driving in my father's car.

My father was a soldier who loved anything old-fashioned. His car is a jalopy old Peugeot. The other day, my younger brother threw his pen and mistakenly hit the car. The way my dad flamed up was something I cannot explain. He talked to my younger brother just like a baby, and his words were always not ending, but would be pierced through the spine.


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One day, my father had to prepare for a journey to two towns away from ours. We decided to go with him as he was going to attend a party. My younger brother believed we were going to eat fried rice, just like we used to eat when our mother took us along to a party. I had prepared my stomach and had even taken an extra plate just to bring some food home for my elder sister.

My dad decided to start his car, and it gave him a tough time starting. He left it until it was warmed up before calling us to proceed on the journey. My elder sister stylishly threw it to us: “You people would trek back home today.” I never seemed to understand her words. At the time, I felt she was just making us laugh.

We proceeded on the journey, and we were so happy going out with our dad, as it has been so long since we embarked on a journey like this with our father.

As we got halfway through our journey, we heard a noise that seemed like our car was jumping on a pothole. My dad knew immediately when he heard the sound that something had happened to his car. What we heard was “shit.”

“Dad! What's wrong?” I said it with the hope that nothing was going wrong because I didn't want something to interrupt our journey.

“Will you shut up?” he said.

I was not ready to get scolded, and I kept quiet without saying a word.

My younger brother wanted to say a word, but I asked him to let it be.

He highlighted it and asked us to come down from the car. We came down without saying a word.

My dad checked under the car and saw that one of the tires was about to pull off. With the look on his face, it indicated that we had seen the end of the journey. He gave us money to transport us back home while he proceeded on the journey by entering a cab.

We got home, and my big sister started laughing at us profusely. “I stylishly told you two that you would end up coming back; you thought I was joking,” my sister said in a mood of laughter.

My dad came back in the evening with his face swollen, just like a balloon that was ready to burst. He could not say a word, but was rather concerned about the jalopy car that he left on the road. “I just hope no one steals the tires and side mirrors of my car.” My dad was just in grief, just like someone who has lost a soul, and was soliloquizing. Although his jalopy car is just like life to him,

He managed to repair it somehow and brought it home the next day.

A month later, it was my elder sister's introduction ceremony, sister Tayo. We all got prepared while the groom's family was around for the marriage rights. They did all they could to scale through the marriage rights, as it was difficult to pay the bride price in my family. However, my dad was somehow close to the groom's family, which gave them an upper hand. It's time for the groom to go to their home. My dad had to tell the groom's father, his in-law, “Please, why can't you wait? Let me drop you off in the park.”

“Alright, my friend,” his in-law said.

My dad could not wait before calling me to join them on their journey to the park. I was feeling reluctant to join my dad, as I had passed through hell the last time we both went on a trip to his car.

My dad drove his car out, and our in-law and some of his people entered happily. They were so glad to enter my dad's jalopy car. On their way, the car broke down. It needed an extra hand before it could start again. Someone had to push it. The whole of them and I came out, and we started pushing the car until it finally started. They proceeded again, and after five minutes, the car stopped. Everyone began to look around, blaming themselves for entering the car. Some of them had to say they would have got to the park and would have seen a vehicle to their destination.

“Sir, this car requires serious servicing,” someone among them said to my dad. My dad was somehow sad about the words.

“Dad, let's call the mechanic to come over.” For the first time, my dad had to listen to my words after passing through the serious disgrace of his life.

“Please, I'm sorry. I think you people have to find your way to the park now,” he said, feeling so sad according to his feelings. One can see from his look that he was ashamed.

His anger made him buy a brand-new car.



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Well, your dad seemed not to want to listen to words from his children and eventually he had to from outsiders. Your script was easy to follow. Thank you for sharing

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It's his problem and he actually met the consequence

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It is common for some people to become attached to their car!!! It's almost another relative in the family. In your story the father should have given his arm and listened to his children. Good thing he did because sometimes you have to follow advice. Regards

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He doesn't want to instead wanted to do his mind just because of the love for his jalopy car.

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Your father seems to be a complex person. One can see why you wouldn't want to make him angry. His car seems to be an especially sensitive issue for him. It's hard for children (young or adult) to deal with a parent who resorts to anger whenever something goes wrong. You convey that difficulty well. You convey your reluctance not only to enter the car, but also to upset your father.

This story is rough in places, yet it held this reader's attention. Sympathies are with the family (with you and your siblings) because of the complex personality you describe for your father.

Thank you for sharing this with us, @abigail04.

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Hello @abigail04. I read this with interest and bit of irritation. My father became angry with the slightest provocation. His cars were never new, and when we rode with him (which I dreaded) he would turn the ignition off to save gas and coast down hills.

Your character description is excellent here. That's why it made me remember rides with my own father. An effective writer does that...makes things personal for readers.

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Feathers sometimes they are ready to take any actions most especially those who takes something valuable as love.

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I don't know why some men love their car so much that even if the car is giving them headache, they still love it. How I will they love their women that much, lol! It's a good thing your dad listened to you in the end.

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@abigail04
A story that didn't let me tear myself away from the words, very easy to read.
Sometimes parents don't give due importance to children's comments because they think they are inexperienced. But sometimes lack of experience is made up for with logic.
Thank goodness your dad changed his attitude and bought a new car.
Your participation is very good.

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