This is my love letter to my first car,
In all honesty, you were the gift that I knew I didn’t deserve because you were too good for me. But mainly because I didn’t do anything to really deserve a gift as expensive as you. Back then, I always asked for a new car since our 1995 Mitsubishi Lancer EL was already up there in age. It was 4 years younger than me and yet it still managed the daily trip from Las Pinas to DLSU in Taft.
I asked but I honestly never imagined that it would actually happen. I was in my 3rd year in college when we picked you up from Honda Alabang. In all your Polished Metal glory, you were actually mine. Actually, the moment I saw you in the car showroom was when I knew that you were the car for me.
You were an extension of the house, especially my room. But most importantly, you were family. You were there with me through so many things. Great triumphs (our first road trip to Cagayan Valley), unlucky mishaps (accidents that were and weren’t my fault), great sadness (Mom’s passing), and great joy (Nunu’s birth.)
You were more than just a car to me. You were everything to me when I didn’t have much. You were my bestfriend when I didn’t know what to do. You’d console me with the gentle hum of your engine. You’d keep me sane and calm during moments of confusion and self-doubt.
You would always remind me of my mom. For some reason, that last entire month, you were at Honda getting repaired while mom was in the hospital. Maybe it was your way of telling to spend whatever time I had with her. The day of her funeral, you weren’t fully repair but I was able to get out so we could take mom for one last ride together.
As the days, weeks, months, and years pass, you were always there. You remained a constant in my life. You helped me greet and experience new things. You were there for Liz and I when we needed you, especially when Nunu was on the way. You kept us safe from all kinds of harm, and you sheltered us during trying times.
Now that you aren’t here anymore, I just want to say thank you. From the deepest parts of my heart and soul, thank you for everything. I could have been a better owner to you, maybe less accidents, but that just made our bond stronger. You were my first car and you were my family’s first car. You were the car that I didn’t deserve but you will always be the car that became family.
I’m just thankful that you helped me say goodbye to my mom, and you helped me welcome my family and my son. Thank you for the memories. May you show your next owner the same amount of love, patience, and care that you shown me the past 8 years.