Between driving our five-year-old to kindergarten, doing errands, and visiting my mom — who’d been struggling with her health — keeping the car clean felt impossible. It was a fight I kept losing, but giving up wasn’t an option since I needed the car too.
But this Saturday morning was different. Silas’s coworker, Nate, offered to drive him to an early job, giving me a rare bit of free time and full access to the car. I looked at the chaos that was our vehicle and decided it was time to battle the mess.
“Owen, want to help me clean the car?” I asked, half-hoping he’d say no.
His eyes sparkled. “Can I use the cloth?”
