i sat on the floor the instruction manual on my lap a small wrench in my hands i knew what i had done wrong but i had no clue how to fix it i sat there fighting the urge to cry as another girl's father sat beside me and fixed it for me used the small wrench that i had tossed to the side not even knowing what it was used for i wonder if he pitied me if he drove home with his wife in the passenger seat and told her how sorry he felt for me how sorry he was that he had to be the one to help me how helpless i must've looked