SETTING SUN
I freshen up and get dressed, keeping my makeup at a minimal to nothing and pulling my hair into a bun on top of my head before joining dad in the kitchen. We don't talk about yesterday as we ride in his truck, me in my favorite spot as passenger princess playing with the radio. I knew a lot must've been going through his mind, burdening thoughts that would definitely be lighter if he shared them with me or anyone at least. But seeing the calm on his face and the watching the way he hummed to the music coming from the radio, I decide now wasn't the time to bring up bad memories and ruin his mood so early in the day. We would talk about his prodigal wife's return later. “I heard the apples today are absolutely juicy.” He says as he pulls the car to a stop in the parking lot on getting
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