Oh Daddy Part 2 Official
I stood there, blinking. “Dad, it’s seven in the morning.”
I tried to thank him. I got all teary and said, “Dad, you really didn’t have to—” oh daddy part 2
He’s holding a 200-piece mechanic’s tool set, a jug of windshield wiper fluid, and a gallon of milk from the grocery store “because he passed by and remembered I was out.” I stood there, blinking
I was wrong.
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. Fast forward to 7 AM Saturday
It’s my dad.
And just like that, he was gone. The only evidence he was ever here is a fixed car, a cold jug of milk in my fridge, and a new, quiet understanding in my chest.