After a full day at the shop, my dad and I went home tired, hungry, and dirty but most definitely happy.
We've finished all that needs fixing with Alaric's cars, and we hope he will be satisfied with it.
On our way home, instead of grabbing pizza, we picked Chinese instead.
We are both famished and are both cravings for Chinese food, so we ordered a lot.
When we got home, we took a shower and then attacked our food as if it's our last night on earth.
I am so full but delighted. I cleaned everything and washed the dishes while dad took a coffee and retired to his room.
I know he's pretty tired, he's not getting any younger, and the possibility of losing him terrifies me.
That is why I take more work in the shop as much as possible so that he won't be too stressed and overworked.
