We lived in a very quiet neighbourhood. Early one evening, my wife asked me to go to the to get some soft drinks. My daughter Holly had just got her permit, so I asked her to drive my truck for the shopping instead, as a chance of. While we were waiting for Holly, my son talked about how much he liked my truck, and I told him I enjoyed having it, too. But I was more or less about Holly. Just then, we heard a loud noise outside. My son looked out and, “Daddy! Daddy! Holly … Truck!” “Oh, my God!” I ran to the door, I found that the truck had been brought to a stop. The had happened in our own driveway. With experience, Holly had my truck hit our garage wall., Holly was unhurt, but when I reached her, she was crying and saying, “Oh, Dad, I’m sorry. I know how much you this truck.” I held her in my arms as she cried. I remember how Holly was the night she had my truck damaged, and how I her. The repaired truck reminds me of what reallyin my life. One day, when Holly her life, she will certainly know that I love mya thousand times more than anything else.