CHAPTER 51
DIMITRI
On top of the dining table, variants of food were available to grace my visit. I am definitely home. The aroma of food in front of me reminds me of childhood. It was not always blurred and lusterless, there were many times we were jovial, merry, and everything was bright.
The beaming face of my parents made me joyful now that I finally made this visit happen. That I finally get to witness them together without remorse. It erased some parts of my hurtful memories.
“Eat some more. There’s no need to diet,” dad teased her, and mom giggled.
I eyed them closely with a smile on my lips. Looking at them is far different from the way that I used to.
Dad was a doting husband to his blushing wife. They held hands in between eating their meals. He kissed her knuckles, touche
