The Night That I Have To Rush Home

It was PM9:45 at last tuesday. i phoned my mother asked her whether she needs my attendence in my grandmaother's 頭七. She then said '' of course! you have to come back! And you have better come back right now!''
If this conversation happened two weeks ago, i would definitely have a quarral with my mother. Yet, after my grandmother's death, i tried to be my best not to let my parents worry about things other than the funeral, and try hard to distract them from feeling sad all over the time. Then, at 9:47 packed my bag immediatly in order to catch up the High speed Railroad at 10:40. Even when i recall the situation happened at that day, i can still feel the urgent sence of feeling chasing after me.
I helled a Taxi alone on the front gate of the school. At the moment i sat down, i smelled the smell of beer. Although i am a little bit concern about it, i still ignored it in order to keep on time. Yet, the moment that the Taxi drive, the only thing i did is praying, hoping that this potentailly drunken driver may drive me safely to the station on time, and also wont do anything terrible to a single young woman that need to rush home in such late night.
On the way to the station, the driver kept singing out loud with the music coming from the radio and at the same time asking me questions that i dont want to answer, i was so scared but i pretented to be in extreme calm. The only thing that i think about at that time is hoping that the driver may not taking me to somewhere else. After fifteen minutes, i saw the station, i was so relieved at that moment. The exact moment when i step out that Taxi, i swear to myself that i will never do such a dangerous thing ever after.
i am so glad i am still here, typing my homework in front of my desk.