The Meal That Brought Him Back
Sometimes I forget how much I miss my dad before the words slipped away. Most days, our calls are just static—me trying to fill the silence, him lost in the fog. I never know if he’s bored, tired, or just gone somewhere I can’t follow.
But today, I said I’d take him to his favorite restaurant. For a second, he was himself again—clear, excited, remembering the last time he went. I felt it in my chest, the way food can anchor someone to the world, even when everything else drifts.
It’s strange, how a meal can mean more than a thousand conversations. I’m still holding onto that moment, hoping for another.
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