Asking my dad to talk about my mother had never been an easy task, but with my grandmother joining us for tonight’s awkward conversation; I was almost certain this wasn’t going to go well. I was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the countertop while my dad seasoned the chicken. Alex would be here soon, and I knew there was no chance of getting any answers out of my dad with another person here. My grandmother had taken her usual spot at the kitchen table, already flicking on the news. Her attention was lost to us, but I was certain I would have it captured once more with my next sentence.
“Dad, I want you to tell me about my mom,” I tried to make my voice stern and commanding like Alex’s was when he wanted something, but I knew I was failing miserably. There wasn't a commanding bo
