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November 4, 2007
After a year of not driving, I took the wheel again. I did not want to and I made sure that the fact was known. And I even felt worse driving backóaloneóbecause had my brother thanked me for giving him a ride, my fear of driving would not have mattered. But he didnít, not even as an afterthought. The drive back home felt like a low budget music video. Ironically, cruising to happy tunes, I felt sick to my stomach; I wanted to be anywhere but in that car. What welcomed me home? Dishes that needed to washed.