„You look like you do this since forever."
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Daniel Ricciardo is 35 years old and his life change in few seconds. It was his best drive since he left Red Bull but it end up with accident and now he had to left Formula one world.
His parents...
"In the real world, Marlin would have become Marlene."
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The next day, Daniel was up very early. It was only six in the morning when his mother woke him by knocking on the door. He tossed and turned for a while, hoping the person at the door would give up, but his mother was persistent. She knew her son well and understood how hard it was to get him out of bed, so she had developed great patience, especially when it came to him. Michelle, Daniel's sister, had always been able to wake up on her own since she was little and didn't need her assistance. Daniel was different and needed someone to pull him out of bed, otherwise, he could sleep well into the late morning.
"Animals don't sleep in, so neither do we," she said as he opened the door, and she walked in, completely ignoring the fact that her son was standing there in just his boxers, with sleep still in his eyes. She was dressed in her work uniform, with a bright smile on her face that could wake the dead – a positivity and constant smile that Daniel had inherited from his mom.
"But I was unpacking until about one in the morning," Daniel said, yawning as he spoke. He walked to the living room and flopped onto the couch, which was still missing some pillows because he had to throw them out from his previous place – they were unusable. He was lucky the couch itself wasn't on the list for disposal. The black sectional couch was something he had loved since the moment he picked it out in the store.
Most of the furniture in this house had been moved from Monaco. Daniel didn't want to give up everything, especially since much of it was still usable and he loved it. He loved his sectional couch. He loved his bed, which was larger than standard double beds. He loved his shelves, which were made for books but never held any – for him, they were a place for his trophies. His trophies were displayed so that anyone who walked in could see them. If he had earned them, he was going to show them off.
"You should have planned it out over several days," Grace replied. She walked into the living room to pull her son up, but stopped in the doorway. She looked at the walls that were completely bare and empty just yesterday. Today, they were filled, and Grace couldn't believe he had managed to do it all in one evening. Daniel had nailed hooks into the walls to hang his helmets. The bookshelf, which was meant for books, held his trophies, though they didn't all fit, so some were on nearby shelves. There were also various photos he had taken during Formula races, printed, framed, and displayed.
Everything had its place and didn't look chaotic at all. It was as if Daniel knew exactly where each trophy and helmet belonged, as if he had planned it out long ago. Grace watched every race her son was in – if she had to work during a race, she would watch it later. When races were in Australia, she was even there in person. However, she couldn't tell if the helmets were displayed in chronological order or just arranged to match the colors. She recognized a few special ones that Daniel had custom-made, but otherwise, she didn't know which year each helmet was from.
