"Are you…Bennie? Simon's son?” What the hell? He knew me? I was so relieved and surprised I grinned. “Of course. You know my dad?" Her dad patted me on the back fondly. “A very quiet man, huh? Moved to the area recently. I met him on the way sometime. Had a flat tire, needed help. Helped him fix it and we had tea thereafter at his place. Saw your family photos, your sister and huh…” He trailed off, blew air into his cheeks, then cleared his throat. "You're welcome, son. You sure look like your dad.” He grinned. They gave me the warmest welcome ever, and her mum treated me like I was her first child who returned home after a very long time. Soon, food was ready and we gathered at the family table for lunch. I loved it. At least, I could see real love here, unlike back in Uncle Harry's exquisite boring setting, where they ate like royals and discussed politics. I'm not implying that eating like royalty was bad. But the point is that there's no fun in it, compared to the way w
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