Remember me naked
Laugh.
— You’ve earned it, Lucas whispers.
Dad smiles, his gaze a bit blurry.
— We’ll come bother you from time to time. Promise.
The meal lingers on.
The wine warms the hearts, but it’s mostly the tenderness between us that makes the hours beat.
We reminisce about memories, childhood antics, Sundays by the lake, too-short summers, the tempers too, and everything we’ve repaired over time.
Mom brings out a homemade pie.
Dad tries to steal a spoonful of whipped cream from my plate.
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