My father changed the oil for my car, Daisy (she’s white, and she’s named after my favorite flower), yesterday. After that, I took Daisy to some places before heading off to church, and she sounded a little sick. The transmission was screeching horribly as I stepped on the gas at 25 mph. She couldn’t get into gear. At first, it was a little weird and I thought the problem would eventually go away… Oh but how stubborn I can be. She wee wee wee’d all the way home.
I waited for my father to come home to tell him. Looked at it, said everything was fine. At first I thought he knew what he was talking about… but he mentioned that the transmission’s just getting used to the oil change. Didn’t sound right, haha. But I okayed it and went on my way. Unless Daisy gets sick and has to be hospitalized on the side of the road, there was no way my dad was going to buy me a new transmission. So I wait.
The next day, I had to go to Target to buy legit car shampoo, cleansing hand cloths and such. I love Daisy too much to put her through gas station car washes, and watered out detergent soap. Gross. It eats your paint, I hope y’all know that. Anyways, Daisy was coughing up again. I was getting angry because I just wanted to get her home asap. “Please, pleeeasee,” I groaned. She couldn’t help it. She turned on her check engine light.
I went home to tell my father. Daisy is in no condition to just “let off the gas a little, and it will be fine”. He yelled at me and told me to get in the car. Got in, even though I was running out of time to wash Daisy and take her to a video shoot I was being featured in later on in the day. He did some things he wasn’t supposed to on the streets just to prove Daisy was fine. I said, “How could anyone drive with their check engine light on? It’s impossible for me to pretend everything’s fine when everything’s not.” “Fine. I’ll prove it to you,” he replied. He went on the free way, and made a loop, accelerating as fast as he could. She managed to cough her way up the hill. Transmission worse than ever. He said, “See? She’s fine.” We drove back home as tears ran down my face, taking a little bit of make up with them. “Daddy, you won’t believe me. You don’t want to. Something’s wrong with my car and it needs fixing.”
As Daisy made her way home, about to turn into the neighborhood, she proved something to my dad. I was right. She couldn’t go past 25 mph without coughing anymore. She nearly thought she was dying, or.. I thought she was. He was struck with so much surprise. There was a big “OH” written on his forehead.
He was silent as he let me out of the car. He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t say he was wrong. I walked into the house with my head down low, walking past my mom mustering that he wouldn’t believe me until now. I overheard mom telling dad to have someone else fix it. Again, he insisted he should do it.
Later on in the day, my mom and I ate hand made spring rolls. I kept asking my mom if there were enough ingredients for my dad to eat spring rolls. So she and I made them for him. She wanted me to take all the credit and leave a note saying that I made them for him.
He was so nice afterwards, offering the left over spring rolls for me to eat.
I know my daddy can be mean, and can never really unmask his true feelings unless he’s intoxicated, but he’s still my dad and I love him. He’s the cutest, haha. Aw. Dad.