Lalisa’s POV
We practically spend half of the afternoon sitting in the lawn while having chitchats. Well, technically, it was only me and mom who was blubbering nonstop. Spare my dad for the mother daughter ritual.
When sunset came, my parents decided to have us work on the dinner dishes. They got us a native chicken, fresh from the local folk’s farm to cook. According to my dad, it tastes different from the ones being sold in the supermarket or in the wet market.
I bet we have to dig in later to confirm such appraisal, which I do not doubt at all since lying was definitely not an adjective to describe my father. As a church leader, he was used to being prudent and honest.
My father was the one in charge of cleaning up the chicken and preparing it to be cook, while me and m
