The Steering Wheel in the Rearview Mirror

When she was fifty, she got divorced and moved into a small apartment in the suburbs. Her son bought her a pot of pothos and said it was "easy to grow". She looked at the wilting yellow leaves and looked up how to prune them online. After cutting the third pot, the balcony turned green. At the age of fifty-five, she took the driver's license test and drove alone on the highway for the first time. Her palms were all sweaty. I stopped at the rest area and saw my face in the rearview mirror, which looked younger than ten years ago. She sent a message to her son: "The pothos is bursting, I'm fine." The son replied: "Who asked about the pothos? I'm asking you." She called and just said: "I'm on my way."