Sitting around the small round dinning table, we completely occupied it, looking like a family.
It was a rare experience for me to have experienced something like this. With my parents always being away, it was hard to recall the time we had dinner at home like a family. Agreed that we met occasionally at the high end restaurants, but those meetings never went on well. There used to be one or the other falling out and leaving yet another memory bitter to remember.
It wasn't until Rome had wretched havoc in my life did I even try to smooth the rocky relationship with my parents. Or even given them a chance to rectify themselves...
All of these thoughts had again brought me to the questions that I kept asking to myself. How were my parents doing? Were they okay? Had my dad's surgery gone
