 Looking back, I realized this was probably why my father had to work so hard. The school was in another neighborhood a half-hour drive away. I was the only daughter of a truck driver amidst the kids of lawyers, dentists, realtors, and engineers. I know this because the teachers assigned us a project in which we had to write what our parents did for a living. Mrs. Aaron told me to write stay-at-home mom as my mother's profession and trucker as my father's.