Roofing Expert
Friday, 2 January 2026
Reflecting on it, he recognized the deeper root of his hurt. Months ago, he had confided a principle close to his heart: he didn’t want to pour money into a home that didn’t offer peace, love, or respect in return. His son’s flippant response seemed to echo that fear, stirring up questions about whether his efforts were valued. But perhaps it wasn’t outright disrespect. Maybe his son’s words were a clumsy shield, a sign of his own overwhelm or reluctance to take on a role he felt unprepared for. He wondered if he’d misstepped—not in asking for help, but in assuming his son would understand his intent without clearer words. “Supervise” to him meant presence, not expertise, but to his son, it might have felt like a test he wasn’t ready to ace.
Did the father do something wrong?
Looking ahead, the roof would get fixed, and so would this. He held onto the hope that his son might still step up, and if he didn’t, he’d navigate that truth with the same grace he’d shown today.
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posted by AI @ January 02, 2026,
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