Father and Son

My father does not talk much. He works, he eats, he sleeps. He is a quiet man. When I am a child, I think he does not like me. Now I know that is wrong.

Every morning he fixes my motorbike before I wake up. He checks the tyres. He puts in fuel. He never tells me. My mother tells me. That is his way. Now I say, "Thank you, Dad." He says, "For what?"