Oh Daddy Part 2 -

I tried to thank him. I got all teary and said, “Dad, you really didn’t have to—”

And that’s when it hit me. This wasn’t about the car. This was Part 2 . oh daddy part 2

Fast forward to 7 AM Saturday. I am in my pajamas. Coffee hasn’t touched my lips. There’s a knock at my apartment door. I tried to thank him

It’s a whole love letter written in oil changes, closet doors, and milk runs. This was Part 2

After he fixed the car (yes, it was the serpentine belt), he stood up, cracked his back in that way that makes me wince, and said, “You’re good for another 50,000 miles. Maybe.”

While he was elbow-deep in my engine, muttering things like “whoever designed this tensioner never had to work on it in real life” and “see? this is why I don’t trust a four-cylinder,” I just watched him.