his backup plan…To be frank with you, I never thought a beat-up old car could become the center of family drama, but here we are. It all started when my older sister, Jessica, decided to “gift” me her old car. Well, “gift” might be stretching it a bit because she sold it to me for a symbolic amount.

The car was in bad shape. I mean, the tires were flat, there was rust under the hood, and the paint was practically peeling off. It had been sitting in our parents’ garage for years, just gathering layers of dust. But as a 22-year-old car enthusiast, I saw potential where