Arriving at my father's home, I was filled with so many questions and anxiety but I proceeded anyway hoping whatever he had to say would be nice.

Walking in, I saw my father sitting on the couch. Once he saw me, he stood up quickly and came to me.

I looked at him as he strode toward me, I sighed shifting uncomfortably.

'Should I make tea?" he asked.

I widened my eyes. Make tea? For me?

'Why? You have never offered to make anything but ...