my mother passed away six years earlier.
During those calls, he told me about the pump.
The damaged pipework.
The filtration system.
The calcium buildup around one particular section of underground plumbing.
On the ninth afternoon, he called.
“It’s finished.”
“You sound proud.”
“It’s good work.”
He told me to stop by.
So I did.
The transformation was incredible.
The water was perfectly clear.
The waterfall was running.
The spa was circulating properly.
Everything looked new again.
I called Dad from the driveway.
“It looks beautiful.”
“Yes,” he said.
Then
