Helanie:
I sat in the backseat while he loaded my bag in the trunk. I had only one bag, and it wasn't even heavy, but he was acting weird and grabbed the bag out of my hand.
Once he sat in the driver's seat and started driving, I began to relax a bit in the backseat.
"Ahem!" he cleared his throat, making a shiver run up my spine.
"What do you eat for breakfast?" he asked, fixing the rear view mirror to keep an eye on me.
"Anything. I am not picky," I replied, and he nodded his head.
"Tell me something. Did your father love your mother?" As he asked me that question, I couldn't help but recall my time with them when they were married. I was very little, but I do remember them fighting a lot.
"I guess," I shrugged, not sure.
It seemed like there was also some stress between them. Whenever my father would come home late or drunk and my mother was angry at him, he would just give her this look, and she would instantly feel guilty.
