Fai nodded, smiling at her father. He was happy, she noticed. Yes, and it was a long time since he spent quality time. And as his daughter, she reasoned, I can remember he had once earlier spent some extra time with me when I had not performed well in my academics in standard seven. He had reprimanded me. Tears welled up in my eyes. Seeing those large blobs of water in my eyes, he had understood his mistake. So he had immediately returned with the Toblerone chocolate from the fridge and coaxed me into taking it. He had also prepared pizza for me for dinner that night.
She got up and started walking, her ears alert to the sound.
“Fai,” her father was at the kitchen door. “What would you prefer?” He paused at the door. “Pizza?” he asked, and Fai noticed the slight smile on his face.
She
