Are We There Yet?
An eleven hour drive with my divorced parents to visit the boarding school I applied to on my own volition to which I received a full tuition scholarship.
From the backseat, we look like a normal family. My dad's attention diverts from the road every few minutes, a symptom of his self-diagnosed ADD, though I'm assuming it's to catch a glimpse of my mother in the passenger seat. Her gaze is fixed on the road. Occasionally, she drifts to sleep. The radio is tuned to the best of Motown. Dad's voice never wou…