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My father was born in a small town in the US. He wanted to get out and begin a new adventure. He began that adventure by traveling to different cities in the US before going on to other countries. He took his wife and three daughters with him and went wherever the road took him.

It's easy to feel lonely when you're on the road. As my mother said repeatedly ,“We made lots of new friends on our trip—most of them were workers who fix cars, since we often spent hours in repair shops during the journey."

Getting along sometimes seemed impossible. There were always a lot of arguments, especially among us back-seat passengers about who had to sit in the middle. But even if it was hard, we did learn a lot about forgiveness. When in the Philippines, we drove to Quezon City one day. It should have been a one-hour drive but was nearly three, thanks to bad roads and worse traffic.“Did you put our suitcases (行李箱) in the car?" My father asked my mother as we arrived. "No," she said. "I thought you did." That

was how a seven-hour car trip turned into a 16-hour car trip, which was mostly spent in silence. In situations like that, we had to learn to let go of our anger. We were stuck (困在) in a rolling box with the same people for the rest of the journey. Even if I sometimes felt like opening the car door and pushing one of my sisters out, I kept my feelings to myself.

This is why road trips were like moving universities to us. We earned our PhDs(博士学位) in how to get along with other people just by traveling in that old car.