Mom gave me this car on my sixteenth birthday..
I was looking through old pictures and found one of a gray VW with me standing at the open drivers door. Mom gave me this car on my sixteenth birthday.
I remember, Mom was making breakfast for me before I left for school. I looked by my plate, no card. Surely she didn't forget!
"Morning", I mumbled. If she wasn't going to remember, that's all she would get. I gulped my orange juice and ran out the door.
Stopping in my tracks, because there she sat, my little gray zipper, a huge red bow on top. I loved that car.