My Sister, the Driver

25 My Sister, the Driver My older sister, Barbara, was going to get her license to drive. She has always been a nervous girl, and of course, taking her driving test made her even more nervous. All her friends passed on the first try, but she didn't feel confident. She knew that when she got nervous she tended to freeze up. The big day of the test came, and out she went with the person who conducted the road tests. We all went with her to support her. We waited anxiously in the parking lot as she left with her driving inspector to demonstrate her driving skills. Later, as they drove back into the parking lot, we were waiting for a sign that she had passed. But when I saw her face, I knew the news was not good. She was not smiling. The driving instructor got out of the car and walked inside the building. We looked over at Barbara. She shook her head and put her hands over her face. She was very upset. What would her friends say?

Her next driving test came about one month later, and this time, she was ready. We all went to the testing site where the instructors worked. “ Don't stick around at the testing site. It makes me nervous! " she told us. So we agreed to go for a walk. We had about an hour to wait until she would be finished. Later, as we were walking, we heard a horn honking. We turned to look and it was Barbara driving in the car by herself! She had passed the test, and she had her license. She had come looking for us. We all got in and went for a long drive. She did great. She was the proudest girl on Earth. I turned to my dad and said, " I can't wait until it's my turn! " My poor dad, who had just gone through months of teaching my older sister how to drive, said with a smile, " I can! " That day, I realized that it was not easy being a parent!