Mia
As I look across the table at my dad, I can't help but notice the sadness his eyes still hold. Mom's been gone for almost four months now, but every day gets harder and harder for him as he learns to adjust to life without her. I've invited him over for dinner every day since we moved into our new house, but he's only recently started accepting my invitations. He's slowly starting to come around again. He's more involved with the kids, he's even helping Torrance work on the old Mustang we just bought. I'm happy to see him living his life again, not shut up in his bedroom wallowing in misery all day. But he's not the same carefree, humorous, sarcastic sweet talker he once was. Not even close.
I guess I can't blame him, since really, none of us are the same anymore.
