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Yellow Cars
YELLOW CARS
The first thing that comes to my mind when thinking about my father is… yellow, yes the color yellow… he has this thing with this color that makes you want to hate it just because he loves it so much. He could buy everything and paint everything in this color. When it comes to yellow, democracy is utterly lost at our house; we, and by “we” I mean everyone else that is not my father, don’t get to say whether we want something in another color that is not yellow. That’s how we ended up having a couch that no one really likes except for my dad. Usually, when he gets the opportunity to say whether he could buy something for us, he will always try to make you buy the one that is yellow, say it’s a watch, a rain jacket, tennis shoes, you name it and he will try to find it in THE color. The second thing that comes to my mind when I think about my dad is cars, he absolutely adores cars and he knows everything about them, maybe he is not an expert, but he knows his way around them. He loves them so much that he has a collection of small toys cars – of course he would want to have a collection of real and life sized cars but we don’t have that amount of money and are definitely not rich – but he is actually quite satisfied just with the ones he has. Whenever we had to buy a present for a cousin or nephew, again, no one else had the chance to say another option that was something different to toy cars, and if we insisted enough he would buy both, but never leaving behind the cars. So it was not a surprise when, eight years ago, he decided we needed a new car and we were torn between a black and a yellow car, and by torn I mean my father wanted the yellow one and all of us wanted the black car, but ended up buying the yellow. This car really is one of his most beloved possessions and still has a lingering smell of new, even if it’s been almost ten years and still hates it when someone else has to drive it. This car is the representation of the two things he is really fond of and there is no better way to explain it. The most amazing thing about all of this is that now, every time I see something yellow I have the need to buy it because it reminds me of my dad and his crazy love for yellow and whenever I see a small yellow toy car I want to get it for him.
