Two hours later, we all trudged into the house, tired from our earlier display of madness at the hospital.“I'm so… hungry,” I groaned.“I'll cook tonight,” Dad said.“Yay!” I clapped.“I see you're as enthusiastic about food as always.”I pouted.He chuckled, ruffling my hair.“Sorry, princess,” Dad said, walking into the kitchen.“I wanna help,” I announced, trailing after him.He stared at me with uncertainty.“Err… how about you just let me handle things here, sweetheart.”“I can help, I promise. I learned a few things from Henry—”I paused, clamping my mouth shut as his face floated into my mind.Funny how it was so easy to forget him for a while.“I'll help too, so you don't have to be stuck with a lousy assistant,” Mum said, ruffling my hair.I grinned.Dad smiled.“Alright then!” …………..An hour later, we sat at the dining table, our hands joined together in prayer.“Bless this meal, O Lord. Amen,” Mum said. I picked up my spoon, my eyes locked on the heavenly delicacy with g
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