Good Times And Bad Times
G R E E C E
That night, almost midnight, I discovered my father in the kitchen brewing mom's favorite tea. I assumed mom was suffering from sleeplessness once again just like she always has been since I was younger, which was why he was brewing her favorite chamomile tea with honey. "Hi sport," He greeted as I approached dad and hugged him on his right side. "What are you doing here so late?"
“I was thinking of making something to eat.” I answered.
Well there is still some leftover pasta that your mom made earlier.”
I answered him with a nod, “I will reheat it then.” I smiled at him before asking, “Did London come home?”
“No,” Dad responded as he added, “He spent time with his friends and celebrated the success of the event earlier.”
"Oh, I see." I grinned
