I CAN DRIVE!

My first experience to learn how to drive a car with my father was tightening. Every Sunday, if I learn to drive, I refused to learn how to drive. If it was taught by my father. Because my father would a mistake, even if it was just a little mistake. When I was learning to drive a car with my father, I accidentally stepped on the brakes without the clutch, which in the end car stopped working and my father immediately scold me. After that, I was cryibf and didn’t want to learn anymore. But my father wanted I to still learn how to drive. And when my father taught my sister, it was also applied to her. But because my father more often guiding my sister, my sister became more able to drive compared to me. Until I finally gave