The dinner started and the four of us sat around the table and quietly ate... My father was sitting opposite me andtherehe kept on giving me a look now and then.
I sighed and put my fork on the plate, "What is it dad? Do you wanna say something?"
"I'm still eating.. So please have some table manners. I didn't raise you to be like this.."
Okay that came out like it didn't actually refer to whatever we were talking about at the moment. He was going deeper than just me having table manners. So I wiped my mouth and took a sip on my wine and looked at him, giving him my full attention," What did you raise me to be dad? Your lap dog?"
He looked at my mom and that was a warning to tell her to stop me or 'tell' me to behave. My mother took a sip on her wine and that's when I realized that we w
