"What's up?"
My mom asked while she sat across my seat at the kitchen table. I was swirling the cereal with the milk. My mom caught sight of how I was spacing out and eating the cereal with seemingly no appetite at all.
My mom tilted her head to study me. "Is there something wrong?" She asked.
My dad was washing the rest of the dishes and since I woke up late, I was the only one who was still eating. He paused and looked at us with concern. I stopped and dropped the spoon on the bowl.
"Remember when I was a kid, I was like three, four?" My mom nodded. My dad turned to us leaving the dishes. He crossed his arms while leaning at the sink. "Dad, you took us to your business trips. And after your meeting, you would request time off for us and we would stroll around different places. The on
