My Driver

Everyday, I get up early to prepare for work. I go out from leave my house at around 6 a.m. when the driver comes and to pick me up. me and I hate to be late from for my work. However, But something unusual happened this morning. with The driver stopped the car after going some distance while I was in the car he parked the car and he got out of from it. Truly speaking, I got angry because I hate to be late fromfor work. I frowned my face and muttered to myself,"Oh my goodness! This man must be mad. How on earth can he leave me like this?" saying this man should be mad how on earth he leaves me inside the car and go. Then I gotrolled down my window and saw him buying a newspaper. I exclaimed, "Oh Lord!He knows how to read."

Normally, most of the people from my society don't read or write as it's an They're oral society. So I excused him and said to myself that you have I had to respect him because he wanted to read. I love reading and writing in any language I know, even though my writing skill is not that much good. My colleagues love my Facebook statuses and they say that I write simple and good English, but I don't feel so. secure I keep saying that there's something missing in my writing and I don't know what it is. that. thing. Because of For my love to for reading and writing, I excused my driver this morning and I love people who read reads and write. writes, and I read the newspaper with him that he bought.