Later that day, dad picked me up from the car and settled me on the couch inside the house. I woke up again to the fresh aroma of spaghetti and meatballs floating around the house. I saw dad cooking in the kitchen along with cleaning up everything. The spaghetti was done cooking and he had placed it in the big ceramic bowl and the sauce was cooking in the pot along with the meatballs. He wiped the counter above the oven and threw the kitchen towel in the dustbin. Then he turned to face me.
“I didn’t know you enjoyed sleeping in the car so much, I wouldn't have taken so much efforts to build this house in the first place.” Dad rolled his eyes,
A yawn escaped me, I covered my mouth and felt dried up drool on the side of my mouth, gross. I wanted to wash my face. “I forgot my keys at home
