Thanksgiving day was better than I could have expected. I spent the rest of the day helping my mom cook and listening to Dylan, and my dad make jokes in the other room. By the end of the weekend, my parents seemed to have fallen in love with Dylan as much as I had.
Once Sunday came around, and it was time for us to leave, mom made me promise to bring him around more often. Dad also jumped in on that, saying that he needed a buddy to talk football with as he knew that I had never been into sports, despite his multiple attempts.
As Dylan placed our bags into the back of the trunk, I was saying my goodbyes.
“Riley, please make sure to come around more than just for holidays and bring that man with you! I haven’t seen your father that happy and laughing so much in years. I told you that it
