THE CAR

When I was pregnant,

I craved something strange —

not food, not smells...

I just wanted to sit in a car.

People laughed.

But I knew why.

Houses stay.

They’re stuck.

Close to the ground.

Heavy.

But cars?

Cars are freedom.

Cars are “maybe.”

Cars are “what if we leave right now?”

They don’t hold you down —

they wait.

Ready.

Every time I sat in one,

I felt closer.

Not just to movement,

but to a place I missed,

a place I wasn’t in,

but always carried with me.

It was silly maybe —

me, with a big belly,

just sitting there,

in park.

But in my head,

the wheels were already turning.

Now here I am.

Baby in my arms.

Wheels really did roll.

We made it.

And I’ve learned —

sometimes the smallest things,

like just sitting in a car,

can be the first step

toward everything you hoped for