When I was on some type of break from school or a random weekend, my dad would ask me if I wanted to go to work with him. Most of the time I said yeah because I either needed money or didn’t have to do anything else or I felt like I needed to help him out. He usually had a crew of guys he worked with that switched up all the time. I knew he needed my help cause I was sort of a last resort because he could pay me less cause I was his kid and didn’t have the skills his crew had. Regardless of that, I usually learned a lot on the jobs about painting, power washing or random things about my dad. It was always nice to spend time with him even if we were across the room from each other trying to paint around the baseboards. Sometimes before work we would go to McDonald’s or 7-Eleven for breakfast. He usually got a coffee wherever we went even though he’d had a cup before we’d left the house. I usually got orange juice a breakfast sandwich of some sort, always the same type, eggs and cheese with bacon on a different bun depending on the place. Sometimes like today, I come to sit and remember what it was like sitting across from him or driving with him eating my sandwich in the car. I wish I could eat McDonald’s with my dad and paint a room at some strangers house with him again. Today, I’m missing him with all my heart.