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I’M A TRUCK DRIVER—BUT MY FAMILY THINKS IT’S A JOKE I’ve been driving trucks for eight years now. Long hauls, short runs, through rain, snow, and highways that never seem to end. I love it—the freedom, the solitude, the feeling of controlling something so massive and powerful. It’s not just a job. It’s my job. But my family? They don’t see it that way. “Still doing that truck thing?” my mom asks every time I visit, like it’s a phase I’ll grow out of. My sister loves to tell me I should “do something more feminine,” like working in an office or—God forbid—becoming a teacher, like she did. “You don’t want to be that woman at family gatherings, right?” she says with a smirk. And my dad? He just shakes his head. “Not exactly lady-like, is it?” It’s exhausting. I make good money. I pay my bills. I’m damn good at what I do. But to them, it’s like I’m playing pretend in a man’s world, waiting to come to my senses. Last Thanksgiving, my uncle tried to be funny. “You sure you don’t want a husband to drive you around instead?” Everyone laughed. I didn’t. What they don’t get is that this job is me. The early morning starts, the late-night drives with nothing but the hum of the engine and the radio keeping me company—it’s what I love. I don’t..👇

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GRANDPA ASKED FOR ONE LAST FISHING TRIP—SO WE DROVE HIM OUT BEFORE THE HOSPITAL COULD CALL He kept saying he didn’t want a big goodbye. “Just a sandwich, a folding chair, and a quiet lake,” Grandpa told me. “I don’t need all the fuss.” But we knew. We all knew this wasn’t just a casual Saturday picnic. His surgery was scheduled for Monday morning. They said it was routine, but when a man his age says things like “just in case I don’t bounce back,” it hits different. So I loaded the car with snacks, lawn chairs, and two Styrofoam containers of the greasy diner food he loved. My cousin met us out there with extra blankets, just in case the breeze turned sharp. And there ⤵️

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