"Mark, could you hand me the next tile?" asked my father.

We were busily working on our hands and knees to finish putting down a new floor in our parent's bathroom.

"Sure...here you go." I said, handing him the next one in the pattern.

I was surprised. Things between my dad and I were just fine. I was expecting today to be really awkward.

Only yesterday, something had happened that I figured he would be upset about. If anything, he and I were getting along even better. The bathroom would soon be done, and he and I had bonded a lot by doing it ourselves, even with what I did...