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Dad's Toolbox
My dad is an engineer. He knows everything about solving problems. He always has his toolbox for any required house repairs. I can still remember its contents. I know everything that is in his toolbox. It’s impossible to forget. A hammer, many types of wrenches, claws, a drill, nuts, bolts, a saw, a measuring tape with a span of 3 meters (because I lost the one with the 5 meter length at some school project, but I play fool) an voltage measurer, a blue can with a quick-to-dry liquid that your father used for any electronic equipment, plumbing drains, screwdrivers, and, who could forget: the largest heap of rolls of duct tape in the world. It was a large toolbox. I remember when dad bought it about 12 years ago at a Home Depot. Our house was only halfway built. His box is still a sturdy bin to this day.
Dad would always fix stuff on his own, and he was good at it. Was there a water leak in the bathroom? That's an easy job for him. Is the electric current in the house making a short circuit? Give him less than an hour and it's done. Do we need to install cameras for security? Just have to make a trip to Home Depot to get the screws he needs and everything will be set by noon. Dad was a real handyman.
Dad wants me to look whenever he fixes stuff. He always mentions how it's better to learn how to do everything on your own. "People nowadays want to get paid for doing things for others," he says, "but people can do it wrong and will claim the money while leaving any quality aside. That's why I want you to learn from all this like I did from my father. Plus, ladies love men who know how to fix everything." He tells with exact details how everything works. Sometimes, he let me handle tools when I was a kid. Nowadays, we work every week. He is always busy. Dad mentions that his work is never over, and it's true. Dad always finds something to do at home, especially during holidays, where he loves to hang lights around our house.
Dad has taught me how to use his toolbox with the hopes that when he leaves, I can do the job. Not because he fears death, but because he leaves very often. Dad has to make plenty of business trips to other countries. So all he can leave with us is his toolbox.
My dad is an engineer. He loves to work and solve problems. He never stops working at home and he wants me to do the same. He is giving me his toolbox someday and he wants to make sure I know the tools of the trade. He knows how to fix everything and he works with plenty of joy. Was there anything dad couldn't do? Nah. Dad always has the tools.
