“Come on kids, it’s time for dinner,” Kingsley says as he walked into the shared bedroom, they had their eyes fixed on the tablet in their hands. “Kids?”
“The chef’s food is not as good as mommy’s, we want mommy or else we’re not going to eat.” Tehila, his first daughter and child said not batting an eye lash at her father who stood speechless and hurt, not knowing what to do.
“Kevin? Do you also dislike the food the chef makes?”
“Yes dad, not tasty at all. Just has this bland taste,” he added. Kingsley sighed, his hands on his hips looking at his children. What could he do? Sarah and him weren’t on talking terms, they’re getting a divorce and now the kids can never adjust to the fact that their mother will only be a passing cloud in their lives. He regretted the way events had turned
