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My father's Old Red Truck
My father have always dreamt on having an old truck, every time he look at one on the street he used to say how much he wish he had one, until one day, while he was talking with as friend about it, his friend mention him his brother was selling one of them, so my dad very excited bought it. Every day, he spent all his free time at the work shop, fixing it and searching for new items to improve it, he bought tires, mirrors, and beautiful lights, he was very excited, finally he added the special touch; he painted it hot red. So apparently it was ready, but not for my dad. When he had a chance of making an improvement he did it, and so on. I always think of him, driving it everywhere, going to work, to the cinema, the mall, or just everywhere the wind blow. The best thing is when he and I go for a ride on it and he tells me how much he likes his truck that even if it is old is better than a brand new car for him. The thing he loves the most is when someone tells him how great his truck is, that makes his day. He always says to my sisters an me that the day of our wedding he is going to drive us to the church in his truck. I have a lot of memories on that truck, first he never let anyone drive his truck but him, I think he will be very upset if something happens to his truck, and despite he has a car, he rather going everywhere on his truck if he has the chance. So now every time I look at an old car I always think about my father, and how maybe that old car is so important for the owner as the truck to my dad, I don’t remember anyone drive his truck but him. It has become something very important to him, and he always is taking care of it, making sure it is on perfect conditions. It is great looking at him happily driving his truck and I don’t think he will never send it, even that he hasn’t much time with it, it has become a very important part of him, and it is something I will always remember. He on his truck seated on the driver’s seat and me on his right.
