Why Are We Really Here?
"Are you enjoying the meal...?" my dad asked, throwing a quick glance at me.
I barely paused in my chewing before nodding. "Ohh yeah... definitely... I'm enjoying the meal," I mumbled between bites, my mouth full as I tore into the turkey wings like they were nothing more than a light snack.
The flavors melted on my tongue…rich, juicy, and perfectly seasoned. It was one of the best meals I’d had in a while, and I was indulging in it without a second thought.
My dad, on the other hand, was oddly quiet.
I only realized he had been watching me eat when I heard him chuckle softly. My gaze instinctively lifted from my plate and met his eyes.
He had this amused, almost nostalgic look on his face as if he was watching something he hadn’t seen in a long time.
"Haven
