I'm getting ready for a birthday date. My hair is in curlers and my boyfriend is coming to pick me up. I live just down hill from my grandparents and I get a call to come there right away. Growing up constantly monitoring their health, not a minute is spared. I race up the hill in my cutoff sweat pants and pink tank top, curlers to match. Breathless, I notice a strange car in the driveway. A 1987 Chrysler LeBaron. The family is standing around clapping. It takes a minute for me to realize that this car is mine. After moments of disbelief, I sit down and notice everything. As I close the door a voice says, "Please fasten your safety belt." What was that?? This car talks to me?! From that day forward, the voice became Francois and he alerted me when my fuel was low, a door was ajar, or maintenance was needed. He wasn't new, he wasn't perfect. But he was my Francois.
See more of the birthday month series here.