No car again

Im sitting on the floor in front of my car. Holding the radiator in while Dad tries to find the right spanner. He has sweat dripping from his brow and his hands are all cut and bleeding. The things a Dad goes thru so his daughter can save money... I have clean hands all except for a triangle of blood that i can only have got from Dad.

My Dad doesnt talk much. He listens a lot. My Dad knows more that goes on in the family than anyone. He aint always right but he always has his finger on the button.... My Dad can fix almost anything. He lends me money when im stuck. He saves me when my car breaks down. He saved me when I couldnt even save myself.

So when Dad says something I take notice. Maybe it is a father/daughter thing. Or maybe i'm just lucky. But my life wouldnt be the same without my Dad....