Thursday, March 22, 2012

Story 15: Driver

What my mother told me:

I had a driver whose job it was to drive me. He would take me to wherever I wanted and drop me off. If I’d forgotten to leave him a tip for him to buy his lunch, he’d have a long face when I came back. He taught me how to ride a bicycle in the driveway of your great-grandmother’s factory.

He taught one of your aunties how to drive a car. On her first day she crashed and killed a goat. The farmer was so angry and made her buy the goat. So the servants were very happy because they got to have the goat for dinner.

I'm jotting down a family story every day over the month of March for #b03, click here to catch up on the stories I've shared so far.

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