A few weeks ago, my car had to go into the shop for an oil change.
My mom told me, “Go call Abuela, see if she can drive you.”
She arrived early, made sure I got to the train with time to spare,
And for all the grousing about waking up early, I walked out of the Path at World Trade on time.
Fifteen years ago this September, and I am still blessed to go and ask Abuela.