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I smiled proudly at my younger sister as she excitedly told me every detail of this weeks lesson. She'd been taking driving lessons for a few months now, and each and every one she took saw her confidence growing, her excitement bubbling over and her one step nearer to buying that little blue car she had been carrying a picture round of for the past two years. I struggled not to laugheach week when she saw onealmost identicalappear on the auto web site and nearly wet herself, this week being no exception!

Half of me hated the fact she was taking lessons, but I think that half of me was jealousy, you see, at twenty seven I hadn't yet passed my driving test. I kept meaning to having took a few lessons. Even bought a car at one point. But, I just never got round to it. The willingness was there, having spent hours practising the mock online test and hazard perception examples. Even more hours admiring cars and polishing my moped in disgust that it didn't have four wheels. So, as proud and as excited as I was for my little sister I couldn't help but be envious.

'What's the theory like?' she asked

'Never done it' I replied 'but I hear it's just like the online test you keep doing, similar thing, on a comp, multiple choice, that kind of stuff'

'Easy' came the reply.

I smiled, knowing full well she meant it, she'd always been a clever little thing and I had no doubt that she would do very well at both the theory and the practical. She could put her hand to anything and being a free and single spirit with no responsibilities like the ones I had being a single mum she had the time and finances to as well.As much as I wanted to pass my driving test I wasn't sure my physical exhaustion from working and taking care of my house and son would allow it anyway.... The only comfort I had was knowing if there was such a thing as an online test for parenting she would be miles behind me!

'I dunno why you don't stick to your moped' I said, again with slight jealousy, but also with a valid point 'it's far cheaper, think of the expense you're gonna have even running a car'

She just shrugged, knowing I was right, but with the burning desire inside her to become a driver being far to strong to see any cons in the matter. We continued the afternoon in the paddling pool with my son, my sister having a great time splashing about and getting soaked through by her nephew. They were lovely together, it was her only nephew and she adored him, my heart always warmed when I watched the bond and love they had for each other. Just before teatime we said our goodbyes and she left to go and meet her boyfriend for the evening, as I slumped back into the life of nappies, cleaning, bathing and bedtime stories quite happily.

A couple of hours later as my son was drifting off and I was busily decluttering every little nook and cranny in sight I heard loud thumping at the door. I felt quite angry as I realised it was most likely my neighbour coming to borrow something as she invariably manages to do with a loud bang on the door two minutes after my sons bedtime. But, when I opened the door it wasn't her stood there instead it was my mum in floods of tears.

Between sobs I managed to learn that my sister had come of her moped, she'd had some quite bad injuries and had to be resuscitated, she was in a bad way, but the doctors are confident she will pull through. I felt sick, hurt, cold and most of all I felt guilty. I had spent most of the day trying to talk her out of driving a car and sticking to her moped and now it was the one thing that had very nearly killed her.

As my mum rushed wildly to get my son dressed and gather things that he might need at the hospital I instead didn't rush at all. I slowly went over to my computer and clicked online, once I had found the number I wanted I rang it and waited for the reply.

'Hello can I help'

'Hi yeah, the little blue car you have, could I put a deposit down on it please'