We Bonded

"Is the toilet fixed yet?", my dad asked while sipping his *Joly Shandy. I told him no and I was frustrated. I need a working toilet.

He brought me to the toilet downstairs and showed me where to look and how to unhook the damn thing. I immediately ran upstairs and unhook the flusher and inspecting it. My dad came up behind me and realised the problem.

"This is not connected properly", he said while fixing it. Then he flushed it. It worked! I was glad.

It's been a while my dad and I bonded. Who knew all it took was a trip to the bathroom.

*Joly Shandy - a family drink which contains damn low amount of alcohol that allowed anyone of us to drink freely without anyone at each other's throats