Tonight, after buying two House Fried Rice from Kim Tar, my car rolled to a gentle stop on the FIRE LANE – NO PARKING – off the side of Goldilocks. I opened the hood, thinking the engine block was too hot and proceeded to fan it cool with my butt cushion. I called Paw to pick up the food and help me fan the engine with my sunshield but he refused. I then had a choice to call the boy. He helped. He’s my savior of the night.
He pushed the car to the yellow loading zone, tried cranking up the car, and realized that the battery had died. The twosome drove back to our home to pick up the jumper cable and came back; so I was able to drive home safely and park my car on the driveway. I waited for them to return with a new battery of 85 amps, which should help start the car more efficiently. Thank God for a younger brother!
I readied the tool and spotlight while the boy worked in the dark – removing and replacing my battery. It worked! Then the both of us went back to Winchester Auto and got our $5.46 for a CORE return. I had paid the helpful one out of my last bills from my wallet. Those bills were from a cash withdrawal last month. That’s how tight my budget has been for the last ten slong years.
“Here, you need it more than me”.
It’s true. I needed it for gas money but it really belonged to Paw. It was the cash for the environmental return of the old battery, which was purchased on March 2008. That was over two years ago. Next time, he told me to look at the battery gauge.
He then mentioned our maternal first cousin and pals pinging him about the property that the grandchildren are going after. I told him maybe the land should just go probate and back to the Philippine government. But the boy thinks like his Maw – distribute the share evenly. That means the grandchildren and great-grandchildren will have a share AFTER paying taxes and fees to sell the land to a buyer.
I was hoping to keep the land under my maternal side. I was hoping that we had a father who would rescue us in time in distress. I was hoping Pete would help dry Maw’s tears and hope that we were not forsaken by a father we never had but an emotionless android who doesn’t know how to use a hammer, change a battery or guide the family out of a burning apartment back in Virginia.
Perhaps, we were meant to struggle without a father, who merely stood by and watched us find our own way, not really protecting us from gang-stalkers, the banksters, the Feds and pals, and not being there to say “I love you” sincerely or appreciating Maw’s cooking once in awhile. Perhaps, our real father is waiting for us in heaven, where peace and happiness truly exists.
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