Dad looked over the wreckage, tears in his eyes as he looked down for a moment. Of course, he had been teaching his son to drive, but he did not expect this to happen.
His son was okay...but his true love...his car was a wreck. He glanced over his shoulder as he thought, crossing his arms. "My dear car, how will I ever replace you?" He whispered, falling to his knees and letting out a cry of pain.
"D-dad? I'm sorry about your car..." John said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
"My baby...she's ruined." Dad sobbed, head in his hands.
John patted his shoulder, feeling awkward as he listened to his dad cry, worried about his sanity.