Me. You. Coffee.

The car sat by the curb looking as dejected as me. A smashed headlight, buckled bonnet and crumpled wing.

Catherine opened the front door and gasped as she saw the wreckage over my shoulder.

“Come in,” she ushered.

“Dad is going to kill me.” I said.

“I’ll pop the kettle on,” called Catherine’s mum from the kitchen. “You’ll feel better after some tea.”

“You’ve got to call him.” Cat handed me the phone. It was already ringing.

Dad answered immediately and I told him what happened.

“Are you alright?” He said.

Those 3 words changed my perception of him forever.

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Hey, Listen

This is one of those rare moments where I recite history as it happened. Thanks for not shouting at me when I killed your car, dad. Part of me now thinks he thought it was a good excuse to get a new one, but I’ll hold on to the memory that he chose kindness and love over anger. Thanks dad.

Read more 100 word stories based on this picture, here. Photo credit goes to Jen Pendergast. Thanks, Jen!