
This car is a family heirloom passed from person to person for nearly two decades.
It was originally my grandmother’s car, then my grandpa’s, then my oldest sister’s, then my youngest uncle’s, and currently it’s my second oldest sister’s.
This car, named Venus, has seen its better days.
It has over 190,000 miles on it; the transmission slips; the power steering went out; the headliner is peeling; one of the windows is held up with a wedge, and worst of all, it doesn’t have air conditioning.
Living in Florida with no A/C is torture.
It shakes; it squills; it screeches when you stop and go; it is not perfect by any means.
This is nobody’s ideal car, and now they want to pass it to me.
Shockingly enough, I am actually grateful to have it.
Despite its many issues, this car has been very reliable. It has been a life raft for many of my family members who had no other way around.
My family is not rich, so I am thankful to have any car that drives, even if that means funny noises and a lot of sweat.
This car is the car that has kept my family running. This is the car we all could count on if things were to go wrong.
I will be the cars next owner, but I doubt I’ll be its last. This car will be around for any family member who needs it after me, as long as it still drives.