Hey, it all started last weekend. It was a sunny day and our family decided to drive to the countryside for a picnic. I sat in the passenger seat, enjoying the scenery outside the window all the way, and I was in a very comfortable mood. But who would have thought that the good mood was broken by an accident.
On a narrow path, Dad tries to overtake a slow train. As a result, with a shake of his hand, the right side of the car rubbed against a tree on the side of the road. I was stunned on the spot, thinking that I would have to fix the car this time. And the mother and brother sitting in the back row also looked at the father with a worried expression.
At this point, we had to find a place to park the car first. Dad got out of the car and took a look, and found that the scratches were quite obvious. He patted his head and said, "Oh, that's careless!.""Seeing my father's remorseful appearance, I don't feel good in my heart. After all, this car is one of the important assets of our family, and it will hurt for a long time to scratch it.
After parking the car, we decided to look at a nearby car repair shop first. Along the way, I thought about the cost of repairing the car, whether there would be color difference after repair, and so on. When I arrived at the car repair shop, the owner looked at the car and said, "It's not a big problem, it should be repaired very well." Hearing this, my hanging heart relaxed a little.
The next step is to wait for the car to be repaired. We sat down in the small courtyard of the garage and began to enjoy the food brought by the picnic. Although the atmosphere was a little awkward, we all tried to find something to talk about, trying to break the silence. And the little brother didn't seem to know what was going on and still had a good time.
After about two hours, the mechanic told us that the car had been repaired. We rushed to take a look, and wow, it was so new!The scratches are barely visible, and the color is exactly the same. The stone in my heart finally landed.
After coming out of the garage, my father was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm really sorry for making you all worried." Mom smiled and said, "It's okay, who hasn't made a mistake?"The important thing is that we are together as a family. Hearing this, my heart warmed. Yes, it's all about being a family. Although the car was scratched this time, our common attitude towards difficulties made me cherish the emotional bond between my family even more.
Since then, every time we go out for a drive as a family, I've reminded myself: safety first!Sometimes accidents are unavoidable, but we can work to reduce the chance of them happening. Just like that accident, I realized the importance of staying focused and being aware of safety while driving. Now I cherish every quality time I spend with my family even more, and I pay more attention to driving safety.