The Queen of D - I - Y

The Queen of D - I - Y

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Entry for the EyesLipsFierce contest. As a young widow, my grandmother was too busy solving problems to feel sorry for herself. Back in 1974, for two wonderful months, I spent my afternoons with her. She took me along while she drove all over town, gathering the tools and knowledge necessary to tackle life's challenges. She learned to repair toilets, replace window screens and service her car without the internet, without a husband, and without many resources. She was the model of self-reliance in a time when women still needed their husband's permission to have their own credit card or serve on a jury. She taught me to bring my best self, something I try every day to do.
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Even if I am a billionaire now, mom and I usually talk but dad is still hard on me. He didn't want me living away from home at the age of twenty five, and wasting away my money to some girl or women who only wanted my fame, fortune but not the real me, as what he always say, the last time he talked to me, which was five years ago. But I liked the attention, the fake loves or smiles, but it changed when I swerved my car down an alley and saw a girl walking, swaying like she's drunk or didn't care what happens to her. I almost hit her and shouted pulling down my car window, but she isn't budging. Oh, my God, is she dead or did I hit her? I looked outside and I think it's okay to get out of the dark street.

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