I watched my father as he put on his shoes while humming a song under his breath. He seemed to be excited to go on that yacht. But, I was a little worried about his condition. I didn't want to stop him from having his fun, but if it comes to his health...
"Are you sure it is okay for you to be on a yacht? What if you get motion sickness or something?" I asked my father, making him whip his head to the side to look at me.
My father chuckled at that, "Then I will throw up. Don't worry, I have a sick bag with me. " He winked at me, "Good thing I always carry it with me these days, " He added, pointing at the sick bags.
"I am serious, Dad," I grunted, flipping my hair to the side, "I just don't want you to start feeling sick or something -"
"Honey, you forgot something. I am already sick.
