Dad Took the Blame

when i was 15 i borrowed my mom's car to pick up a friend who had gotten drunk and ended up in a bad situation

with some boys. on the way home i lost control at some ice and slid into a tree at the

entrance at my neighborhood. my mom is terrified but thankfully she goes to sleep early so when i called

home i was relieved my dad answered. he came and pushed the car home made my friend deny some

sandwiches gave me a lecture about driving without a license and put u sto bed.

the next day he told me my mom that he had wrecked the car on an early morning donut run

after that i never hesitated to call my dad when i needed help even when i knew doing so might

land me in major trouble