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It’s my dad.

I watched the gray in his beard that wasn’t there five years ago. I watched the way he wiped his hands on the same red rag he’s had since I was ten. I watched him refuse my help holding the flashlight because “you’ll hold it wrong.”

I was wrong.

I tried to thank him. I got all teary and said, “Dad, you really didn’t have to—”

Fast forward to 7 AM Saturday. I am in my pajamas. Coffee hasn’t touched my lips. There’s a knock at my apartment door. oh daddy part 2

And I realized: Oh daddy part 2 isn’t the sequel. It’s the entire franchise.

And that’s when it hit me. This wasn’t about the car. This was Part 2 . It’s my dad

Part 1 was the closet door. Part 2 is the serpentine belt. Part 3 will be the leaky faucet I don’t even know about yet. Part 47 will be him showing up to fix the porch light at my first house. These aren’t moments. They’re a language.