The garage was buzzing with activity. Mechanics moved quickly, engines hummed in the background, and the air smelled of fuel and fresh rubber. I was getting ready for the race, but at this moment, I had something else to focus on.

I stepped over to my pit area, where my gloves and helmet were neatly laid out. But what caught my attention was the small figure sitting on top of the cabinet beside them. My daughter, with wide, excited eyes, was watching me closely.

“Daddy, need help!” she said, her voice full of enthusiasm.

I smiled and walked over to her. It was such a small thing, but seeing her so eager to help made everything feel just a little more special.

“You’re ready to help, huh?” I said.

She handed them to me, her tiny hands gripping them tightly. “I’ll make sure they fit just right!” she said seriously.

I laughed and held out my hands, letting her pull the gloves on. She worked carefully, her little fingers trying their best to get the fit perfect. It wasn’t easy, but her concentration and determination were obvious. I could feel a deep connection with her, even in this small moment.

Once the gloves were on, she smiled proudly. “All done! You’re ready now, Daddy.”

I ruffled her hair. “Thanks, kiddo. You’re the best pit crew I could ask for.”

She grinned and quickly grabbed my helmet from the shelf. “Helmet now, Daddy!” she said, handing it to me with a serious face.

I smiled, taking the helmet and letting her help me adjust it. Her small hands were surprisingly steady as she made sure it fit perfectly. It felt like we were a team, preparing for something bigger together.

With the helmet on, I turned to see my wife standing in the doorway, smiling softly. She watched us with pride, her arms crossed casually. “You two make a great team,” she said, her voice warm.

I nodded toward our daughter. “She’s the best, like her Mommy.”