‘Yeah, that sounds good.'
Those four, seemingly simple words were the reason for this t*****e I was going through right now. Oh, sorry, I meant, dinner.
Dinner with my dad - what could be more exciting than that?
Well, let me see...everything!
I stabbed at my food, making my dad turn to me.
"Are you okay, honey?"
There it was again; that concern in his voice, that softness in his eyes that almost softened my feelings towards him. Keyword being almost.
"Don't I look okay?" I asked back.
But catching Carla's meaningful stare, I sighed, adding, "I'm okay, dad."
Carla seemed to relax at that, throwing me an encouraging smile before heading back into the kitchen.
"So, Hawk," my dad started with a small smile.
Hawk finally stopped from his concentrated effort in cutti
