Mrs. Rodriguez clapped her hands softly, her cheerful tone cutting through the lingering tension. “Alright, enough stories for now. Let’s make this more interesting. It’s time for some questions,” she said with a smile. “I’ll ask, and you all have to answer. No skipping!”
Theo groaned, clearly unimpressed. “Oh, great,” he muttered under his breath, leaning back on the stool.
Mrs. Rodriguez ignored him and turned her attention to my father, her smile still kind but her gaze sharp. “Let’s start with you. Here’s the question: what’s the biggest regret you have in life?”
My father’s face froze, his eyes darting to me briefly before looking away. He shifted in his seat, his discomfort plain as day. “Uh… I don’t know if I can answer that,” he mumbled, his voice low.
Mrs. Rodriguez tilted her
