Today my car Lucy well we have to take her to the junk yard. Her exhaust pipe came apart and it's just cheaper to let her go.
I cried, and I feel silly, more so than sad. After about five minutes of grieving, I'm starting to feel more embarressed. Why did I cry?
My mother said, "It's just a thing." But why does Lucy mean more to me?
Well, she's about as old as I am, 21. She was my first car ever! I learned to drive in her, and I guess I had some adventures with her. I don't know why I have such a strong feeling for her. It's silly.
I guess I need some validation here for feeling the way I feel.
Mom doesn't care, and my brother...he was the first to mention that this is the end of Lucy. Dad seemed to be the only one who hate to see her go. Am I being silly here? Or is this feeling validated?
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