After the end of the story he is probably feeling how toward his father?

Choices:
A. not enough information
B. mad
C. disgusted
D. Grateful
Grateful
Thanks for the A2A Josh:
Tough one to reduce to just a single incident but I’ll try.
I grew up in North Central Indiana, about 50 miles south of South Bend. It was common to have frequent snow accumulation in the winter and blustery, freezing temps. It seems like this was particularly true during my childhood in the 70’s and 80’s.
My family was blue collar through and through. We lived in the heartland in a town of just a few hundred with a sawmill and an on again off again gas station as our only two businesses.
My dad worked in a factory for roughly 45 years. He apparently started that job right out of high school. My mom was an incredibly hard worker and Still is to this day. She did factory work, restaurant management and everything in between.
It was this Protestant work ethic that led to one of the frequent tasks that my brother and I had to do which was not fun but ultimately was a very good deed.
As I said, winters were often snowy and harsh. So my mom would make my brother and me shovel driveways and sidewalks for a couple of elderly residents. We did this of course, after we did our own driveway.
Some people had motorized snowblowers but we did not. Standard snow shovels were our tools.
I remember us whining about the chore, wishing we could just play in the snow or get out of it altogether.
I don’t remember being overly conscious of the relief this provided for our elderly neighbors. I just remember that Mom would be disappointed if we didn’t do a good job.
Later in life I would have great appreciation for the things required of me by my parents. Factory work and summer farm jobs helped us learn the value of hard work and would set us on a road to appreciation of future job opportunities that were less taxing.
I still remember hating shoveling snow. But I’m forever grateful that I did it.