River's Point of View...
Dad knocked on my door and asked if he could come in. Usually, I was okay and ignored him. But I put my phone down and got up to let him in.
"It's just me. Your Mom went out for a bit," Dad said. He reached for my pipe and grimaced after taking a hit.
"Kid, it's so much better when it's in a joint," Dad sighed.
I laughed and took it back, taking another hit and flopping on one of the bean bags in the corner of my room. Dad came and sat beside me on the other one. I passed him my phone so he could see the photos.
"Wow, she did a good job with these. Does Sage have an interest in photography?" Dad asked.
"Not that I know of, but yeah, she did a good job," I said.
"Were you singing to her in the last one?" Dad asked gently.
I nodded and looked down.
"But she
