It shouldn’t be awkward, and I shouldn’t feel awkward, but I did. I didn’t want to start the conversation and I’m not sure my dad knew what to say. I sipped at my coffee my eyes focused on the trees that surrounded the back yard.

“I hear it’s Chinese tonight”. He spoke. “Do you like Chinese food?”.

Really? We were going to talk about food?

Brushing it off I nodded. “Do you?”.

“Yeah”. He smiled. “I’m not really fussy when it comes to food”.

“I’m guessing ...