Residing Dreams (Chapter 54)
I nervously took a step into the parlor, my heart pounding in nervousness.
Right away, I saw my father.
He was sitting on the loveseat, across from a small, dark haired man who was sitting in a flowery armchair.
Dad was speaking in a praising, proud way that wasn’t uncommon for him to use when talking about me.
Yet at the same time, there was a tight apprehension in his voice that was quite unusual for him.
The minute he noticed me he greeted,
I’m so glad you’re home.
I hope you had a nice day at school.
Please sit down.
We have so much to talk about.”