Other times, Kieron carries around his bike, old trainers, books, pens, notepad, pencils,sweet wrappers, empty bottles...another seemingly endless list.
Stains on the seats from spilled drinks, grubby fingers, trainer marks behind the front seats, crumbs and more wrappers in the front seat pockets, Chewits trodden into the car mats, finger mark drawings through mist on the windows and still visible when the windows mist over again.
Admonishments to do up seat belt, wind up window, leave the drinks holder alone, stop fiddling with the air con, heater and other switches, to stop licking the sun visor mirror...more lists.
My requests to reach my handbag, to climb into the back, to pass my phone...another list.
Playing games on my phone while we sit in the car waiting for the school gates to open.
Kieron growing more independent and walking to the car in one of two learned parking places instead of me waiting at the school gates, and looking to see if I'd saved him my last Polo.
School run, shopping trips, going to the airport, dropping off/picking up from friends houses, after school club, parties, winter trips to beach cafe for bacon rolls. So many memories held within a few tons of metal.
And yesterday that particular memory bank went to the breakers: beyond repair, irreplaceable, much-loved. Apiece of metal? No...the extra family member.
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