Car Washing with Papa
Every time I wash my car, it comes to my mind when my father asked me to help him washing the family’s car.
It was always a fun moment to make something useful side by side with him.
From him, I learned many things, as well as painting, fixing a door or a light at home.
He was a very handy man, and I don’t remember having any professional coming home to fix anything. It did not matter if he had not the right tools or parts: he always managed to get things done, and this I learned from him, as he always had me on his side to help, watch and learn.
Last Saturday I went to wash my car.
Beside me, at the vacuum cleaner range, it was a man cleaning his car too.
In the back seat of the car, was his son, about 10 years old, playing with a Gameboy, while chatting with papa’s cell phone, and listening to a kid story played full volume at the car’s audio device, all at the same time.
Nevertheless, his face was of an absolute disgust and yelled bitterly his father due to the noise produced by the vacuum cleaner, as it was “disturbing him”, and complaining w