Two hours later, we all trudged into the house, tired from our earlier display of madness at the hospital.

“I'm so… hungry,” I groaned.

“I'll cook tonight,” Dad said.

“Yay!” I clapped.

“I see you're as enthusiastic about food as always.”

I pouted.

He chuckled, ruffling my hair.

“Sorry, princess,” Dad said, walking into the kitchen.

“I wanna help,” I announced, trailing after him.

He stared at me with uncertainty.

“Err… how about you just let me handle things here, sweetheart.”

“I can help, I promise. I learned a few things from Henry—”

I paused, clamping my mouth shut as his face floated into my mind.

Funny, how it was...