Seventeen-year-old Deedee’s relationship with her strict Filipino single mom changes when she investigates the past her mom never talks about — with the help of the boy who’s teaching her how to drive in secret.
Family dynamics of YOLK x Olivia Rodrigo’s “drivers license.”
Mom slams the fridge shut and tosses the wrapped boneless chicken breast on the counter.
“You can’t even do one thing for me,” she says through gritted teeth. She wrenches off her pearl earrings, like she does when she’s had a long day and they’re bothering her. “I asked for skinless and boneless!”
I want to run but I’m surrounded by a hundred trip wires, all the things that might provoke her to say something that leaves a mark.
“It’s like God is punishing me.” She blinks back tears, swipes under her eyes. “Leaving me stuck with you!”
We haven’t been to church since my dad died, but she’ll probably keep saying that for the rest of her life.
“Did Suzy drive you? Were you too busy having fun to pay attention?”
I wish I could just drive away right now. I close my eyes and I’m back in Suzy’s car, laughing and taking a photo out the window. I want to have that feeling all the time, the lightness of going somewhere, open-ended, noise and movement, and not so much time to think.
Mom slaps her earrings down on the kitchen table with a clack. My eyes snap back open.
“You spend too much time with Suzy. With that low-class family.” She sighs like all the air going out of a tire. I get this feeling again like there’s something else in the room with us, but I couldn’t say what.