I was perhaps ten years old when my parents—ahem, my father, given that he made most of the budget decisions in the traditional patriarchal setting—decided that the old car would not work with the new sky-high petrol prices. All we were left with is a photo of my sister stylishly posing while sitting on the hood (bonnet, as we said in the old country) when she was about seven years old.
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I was perhaps ten years old when my parents—ahem, my father, given that he made most of the budget decisions in the traditional patriarchal setting—decided that the old car would not work with the new sky-high petrol prices. All we were left with is a photo of my sister stylishly posing while sitting on the hood (bonnet, as we said in the old country) when she was about seven years old.