I remember when I was only 3 or 4 years old, we used to drive north almost every weekend to visit our grandparents. I usually hated the 4-5 hour drive from home to the northern city of Rasht, for all the fights for the window seat and me getting car sick from my dads smoking (he quit when I was about 10) and from the heat in summer time. Our old Toyota Corona didn’t have air conditioner which made it worst. The road was much more fun in winter time when the three of us crawled under our winter jackets, pretending it is a tent and we would eventually sleep under them until we got to the grandma’s home (awh! how much I miss her) 
One of the things I especially hated was the tow or three toll booths in the two highways that connected us to a city in the road called Ghazvin. Ghazvin is a very dry and boring city, and in the highway there was nothing to look for, which made me sicker. Once we past that city, the weather was more humid and I eventually felt better. Stopping for a toll booth, or other check points for prohibited substances (these check points don’t exist any more) meant that I would wake up, and usually that meant throwing up (sorry that it is yucky!)
The toll booths still exist now a days, but I don’t get car sick any more, at the age of 13 we figured out that my eye sight is really bad and once I got the glasses and my dad quit smoking there was no more reason for getting sick. But I still hate the toll booths. You need to have the right amount of cash, what happens if you don’t have cash with you at all? (I should try this once) Then you have to stop and be fast in finding the cash from the bottom of your purse before the driver behind you gets mad. I am really clumsy when it comes to being really fast, making it double as hard.
Oh! This post is too long and I didn’t even get to the point I was making, I will continue this in a another post.
I just remembered how much I miss her kind happy face waiting for us by the door when we honked a few seconds before we got to the door, and how different it feels now, every time that we travel there. She used to cook awesome food and force us to eat great home made snacks all day long. I feel bad for my grandpa; he is so lonely these days. I wish I could visit him more often.
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یادش به خیر.
به من که خوش می گذشت هر چند که از راه بشدت متنفر بودم.
همش دعا می کردم که خوابم ببره و زودتر برسیم.
من هم دلم برای مامانی خیلی تنگ شده
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