Past
“Where do you think you’re going, pumpkin?” I turned around and saw my dad looking at me with squinted eyes and his arms crossed in front of his chest.
It was a quarter to midnight and I couldn’t sleep. I had been turning left and right on my bed for what felt like hours and I started to feel hungry so I decided I would go down to the kitchen and whip up a quick chicken and egg sandwich, something my household always has.
Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that my dad would still be awake at this hour and I turned around to face him with a guilty look. “Um… I can’t sleep.” I said, rubbing my neck sheepishly.
Although the light was dim in the living room, I could see my dad’s tired eyes. No matter how many times I told him that he wouldn’t need to pay for anything because I had my
