"Grey Park your bags, we have to go. " These are the last words Mama said to me. Today is the last anniversary of her death that I'm going to spend here. I'm finally going to fulfil my mother's wish to be a racer. We both loved racing, but Dad hated it, so we did not try to race, but for her memory, I'm going to race.

cars have always been my mother's dream since childhood she has always followed the races and even had a lot of posters of racing in our attic as I was growing up. My father however hated racing his older brother had been killed by an illegal racing gang, so it was forbidden to speak about racing in our home. Mama taught me secretly when I watched it and mentioned at dinner that I liked it, but that's a story for another time for now I'm making this new step to my newly accepted racing team, and I hope that I will make her proud.....