It wasn´t as bad as I thought.

Today I’m, as most of my weekends, with my father fixing any problem that people make after leaving one of my father’s apartments. This time they left a shower completely unusable, since the valve is no longer at his place. My father is telling me how to fix it, but I don´t pay attention. I´m really not interested in doing it. I could be doing any other thing by this time like watching TV, playing a videogame or being with friends. So my father binds me to do it by yelling at me. Sometimes I think he makes me do this type of things just to bother me. I have no other way than fix it, so I try a few times and after being severely scolded, the shower is Ok.

Days later, I take a bath after saying good bye to my family who left me alone. After putting some shampoo on my head, I open the valve and something unexpected happened. The valve was removed by my hand from the wall and now the water was not coming from the shower but from the wall where the valve used to be. I immediately got scared and tried to put the valve back to its place, but was completely impossible. I took the towel and closed the master valve, then went back to the shower and realized what happened. I found a replacement and fixed it. As I restarted to take my shower I realized that I couldn´t have resolved that problem if it weren´t for what my father had taught me. And that my father made me do those type of things because he doesn´t want me to be a good for nothing, but above all because he loves me.