“Meu filho (my son), did you go somewhere this morning?” My father asked as he saw me walk inside the house.
Usually, I’d be annoyed if he asks anything about my day. I’m not entirely sure why, but it just became that way. I always think he was trying to be too nosy whenever he asks about me and I didn’t like that.
This time, though, I didn’t even think of that. I feel like I had so much fun with Thalia this morning that I wanted to share it.
“I baked cookies with-” I took a second pause as I thought of telling him who I was with. “With a friend,” I finished as I opted to leave that one detail out.
I figured if he found out, he would ask more things about her or over think it so keeping that part a secret seemed like the better choice.
I handed him the container with a few cookies
