My father and Ajax spoke for a very long time. They both stared out the lake and at one point, I went out to give them both a cup of hot tea. It was getting cold and the two of them didn’t look to be moving any time soon.
Ajax touches my cheek, a look of adoration on his face, while my father places a kiss on top of my head.
With a smile, I leave them again to get ready for the night. A lot has changed in our house and I had to navigate through it. Apart from the excessive amount of pillows and blankets and couches, the entire kitchen- we never had a kitchen before- was fully stocked with food and equipment that I wasn't familiar with. We used to have just a small fire with a pot boiling over it. Now it has handles and weird metallic things. In the bathroom, the floors are tiled and hea
