“Good morning, son.” I sluggishly sat on the chair before looking at my dad. “Good morning, dad,” I mumbled. He was sitting alone at the dining table, having his breakfast. “Oh, it seems my son woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Dad chuckled. “Kind of,” I yawned. He was right. I had some weird dreams last night, and it woke me up and didn’t let me sleep until sunrise. “Where’s mom?” I checked Mom's empty chair. I knew Kyle had to leave early for Elisha’s checkup. Dad smirked, “Still angry at me.” “Oh…” I shook my head, serving my plate with the pancake, “Well, she hates it whenever you bring up those silly stories.” “It's been a while, but you know your mom,” Dad puffed, “She still thinks I hold it against her.” “Are you?” Dad snorted, “Of course not. Such a petty thing, so

