“Thank you for the wonderful meal, Mrs. Everhart!” Faith said to my mother.
“Oh… That’s nothing, Faith. My husband here cooks so much better than I do.” Mom replied.
“Can we taste your culinary skills someday, Mr. Everhart?” Mellisa asked on the side.
“I don’t know, ladies. That’s… well…” my father paused and had that faraway look in his eyes. I know of his past and that dark part had haunted him until now.
He was a master chef before but due to his partner’s betrayal, my father lost his restaurant and got bankrupted early.
And in the lowest moment of his life, that was when he had met my mother. Quite romantic I say. HAHAHA!
“Are you done eating, owners?” an aged man called for our attention.
My father wanted a sexy AI controlled tin can but it was immediately contradicted
