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“It’s okay, it’s okay”, the father repeated as his fingers were busy turning the tap handle. His back was bent as he was engrossed in his work.
“It’s been leaking for almost a week now”, the son commented, “I tried to fix it, but I just can’t make out head or tail”.
The father loosened the handle and pulled it out. A bit of grime got on to his fingers and he cursed silently.
“It’s about time you started learning you know”, the father commented.
“I know, I know”, the son spoke helplessly, acknowledging the futility of his situation.
“Pass me the spanner”, the father requested.
There was a tool box at the son’s feet and it’s from there, he dipped in his hand and after sometime of digging, he produced a stainless steel metal with two tiny claws.
“Here you go”, the son spoke as he handed it over. Without glancing up, the father took hold of the spanner and began rotating it back and forth, loosening a nut. Afterwards, more of the tap was dismantled.
“I think the nut's a bit loose”, stated the father, “Hand me the tube from the tool box.
Once again, the son’s hand vanished inside the tool box and a second later, a small tube was gripped between his fingers. The father took it and with a slight squeeze, a little gel slid onto his finger. He applied it inside the nut and put the tap back together.
“There, it won’t leak any more”, the father pronounced with a tinge of pride in his voice as he stood up.
“Thanks dad”, the son spoke as he walked his father out the apartment door.
“I know you were too busy with college and now, you’re busy in the office, but you need to learn all this. There is no certification for it, but these simple tricks will help keep your house together.
The son stood there silently brooding to himself, that he should have learned these tricks when he was at home, but he didn’t.
The father sighed silently to himself waiting for the elevator to arrive. His son, what would he do if he had to run a house of own with his own family. I won’t be here forever. There was a time once that his son would just absorb everything, from how the bulb turned on to how the plugs in the house worked. Somewhere along, that curiosity died out and he never bother to pick up on those thoughts again. He was just never there at home, maybe I could have thought him something!
‘Ting!’
The father’s thoughts were cut with the elevator parting doors. He stepped inside and sighed again silently to himself.
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