My grandad raised my siblings and me single-handedly when our parents, unfortunately, passed away in a car accident.
- We are all grown up and have moved out of our homes, but we always find time to visit grandad.
I own a town cooling corporation and am the senior cooling representative. My younger brother is a chef, while the other is studying to be a cooling specialist. This summer, we had planned to visit grandad, who had been complaining about his air conditioner. We speak daily, and he has been requesting help with indoor comfort as summer started too hot for him. No matter how much I try to link him with other cooling industry experts near him who know more about air conditioning, that stubborn man just wants me to fix his HVAC equipment. He says he is not comfortable having strangers at his house. My siblings and I planned to visit him in a week, and he could not hold his excitement. He had prepared us a feast when we got there. We ate to our satisfaction and suffered a severe food coma. I was out for five hours. My brother and I then examined the mini split air conditioner and discovered that an important component was worn out, causing the quality air conditioner not to function optimally. We worked on the system for a few hours, and fortunately, the cooling supplier delivered the new component quickly. By the time we finished the air conditioning repairs, the sun had set, but it was still hot outside. On the other hand, inside the house, we finally enjoyed quality indoor comfort from the newly fixed cooling equipment. My brother was fast becoming a highly competent cooling tech. Grandad then gifted us quad bikes for the summer, which was exciting because when we were growing up, he never allowed us to ride them.