the only good memory with my father

my father was horrible. i cant remember my whole life. but what i do remember was all bad. he worked so he was stressed. he had kids young so he was stressed. he took it out on us. so when i think about my memories there is only one that is positive. it wasn't until high school. someone was hiring my dad to do their brakes. i was an automotive major. so he asked me to help him. he says get home right after school tomorrow if you want to help, no more playing around getting home. or something along those lines. my mom says i was getting home late because i was walking home. he goes "walking why that's crazy" i was walking about two hours. five point six miles home. just to avoid my family. that's how bad things would get. but to work on the car i would take the crowded bus home. when i got home he had everything set up and i helped. gave him what he asked and pressed on the petal when he needed. there was no yelling for once. when the guy came to get his car he gave my father two bills. i think both fifty's. the guy leaves and my dad stands there staring at the money, really thinking and kinda looking sad. and then gives one to me. i was instantly astonished. i was happy. i knew we were broke so he probably could of used the money but decided to share with me sense i "helped" that was all it took. it wasn't exactly about the money. but just spending time without yelling at me. it took til i was in high school and that's just so depressing. no matter how long i have been at work 24+ hours i still come home and hug my children and spend time with them without yelling at them. and then once they are taken care of i go to sleep. if you read this. please be nice to your child and spend time with them!