Morning.The sun rising in a movie-dramatic manner,painting the skies a baby-blue.Smoke sputters out of old Marie,the family car.Squeezed in the back seat was a suffocated me ,my sister and the thin silhouette of a prim lady,mother.Driving,father raised one olive-skinned hand to push back his glasses which promptly fell back on his freckled nose."Excited?"he...