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A giant spoon shoveled food into my mouth as fast as I could wrangle it. My third full helping of dinner was almost gone when my father sat down next to me with his own modest tray. I was so surprised he joined me I stopped chewing.
"Everything is going to be fine," he said, and I wondered if he had been running a conversation in his head and was only now getting around to letting it out. "But life has to change, Wyatt. Things won't be the same for you ever again."
I looked down at my expanded body then back at him with a smirk.
"You think?" I wasn't giving him much in the way of happy vibes and he finally acknowledged it, sparing me a quick, amused look.
"I'm stating the obvious," he said. "Well, we'll have to figure something out."
"Can I ask you something?" I did
