Luckily, dad doesn’t make any remarks about this and seems fine to live with my husband under the same roof. But still he mutters from time to time, “So, you said it’s not me who is going to live with him, right?”
“My son wanted this type of a hot dog for breakfast. He got it.”
“I made this dollhouse for my daughter, including windows and doors.”
There’s nothing more important than our favorite things.
- In childhood, I loved pears.
But we were quite poor. I once asked my dad to buy me some pears, and was happy to eat them the following day. Later, I found out that my dad dismantled his motorcycle — our only vehicle — and sold some of its parts to buy me pears.
