Family

I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while, as it’s something I often ponder.

Picture this: You’re driving down the road in your little red Honda City car. It’s a reliable car, although a bit funny looking. It can fit a surprising amount of “stuff” in the back, and it’s a great wee car.

It’s not a common car anymore – most of them are probably worn out, or rusty, or just discarded because they’re not cool enough. But not this little car.

So you’re driving along happily, singing to yourself (because the little radio is broken), when you see another Honday City! Just like your one, but a different colour! Well, it’s just like seeing a long lost cousin.

Your first instinct is to toot your horn and wave at the other little car, but you stop yourself doing so in case the driver thinks you’re nuts. You can almost feel your car trying to wave it’s windscreen wipers, just to say gidday to it’s long lost relative. So quietly, you say “Hi little cousin car” and give it a wee smile.

You wonder if the other driver feels the same, as you both putt off into the sunset.