From home to the church to the terminal...

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It is a sunny Sunday once again, my friends, and I allowed my son to drive the car from the main highway to the church then from the church to the bus terminal to fetch my sister. Traffic was benign, and there were just a few vehicles on the road. My son drove the car, turned right, then on third gear, drove the car uphill;l as well,. I took over to park the car within the church premises. After mass, he drove again; brought the car out from the parking area, then stopped at a bakery to buy 10 pieces of bread (pan de coco). I texted my sister if she was in the terminal. Son also drove until he parked the car outside the terminal. When my sister arrived at 8AM (trip was 11 hours only), I boasted that my son already drives the car. I know, I know! My son has no driver's license yet, and I was anxious if there will be police or traffic enforcers that will whistle us down, but it is Sunday, so there were no traffic police around. I was anxious, but I have trust,faith and confidence to my son.