OvisWrites Stuff

Jan 30, 2021

2 min read

Shit, I forgot my ID!

As a child, you never know how things can be ingrained in your head until you get older and you realize…

When I was a child, I don’t remember how old, papa used to drop me off at school every morning. I’d have breakfast in the back seat of his Volvo — bread soaked in hot chocolate with a bib tied securely around my neck to prevent me from staining my school uniform. The traffic was so hectic that we left the house at about 6:00am every weekday. I had to be at school at 8:00am. He had to be at work at 9:00am. We would crawl through traffic listening to 93.7fm while papa cursed at the other…