"We are going home." Dad said, making me nod my head at him. We both have different definitions of "home". We have different meanings of "home". And more than different meaning of home, we both had different place and areas of residence.
"Which home, Dad?" I couldn't help but ask. And he raised his eyebrows at me. The fact that he found my question offensive to him made me smile, but cruelly. I love how we can both invite each other to each other's house. When every inch of what we had earned also belonged to each other.
He should be proud that I had my own house at an age when he wanted me to spend his money. He is proud, he told me.
"Our home, Alex. Where else would we go?" He asked me, looking at me with an expression that dared me to deny or defy his words.
"We have two houses,
