Head of the table

“Why don’t you sit in dad’s seat?”

Originally Posted on September 16, 2016

Half unpacked. 

I woke up at my parents’ home with only my mom occupying the large property, she on one side of the respectably sized house she and my father literally built with their own hands, while I was on the other. We came together in the kitchen. She cooked us eggs and bacon as I made small talk about music…