Two hours later, we all trudged into the house, tired from our earlier display of madness at the hospital.
“I'm so… hungry,” I groaned.
“I'll cook tonight,” Dad said.
“Yay!” I clapped.
“I see you're as enthusiastic about food as always.”
I pouted.
He chuckled, ruffling my hair.
“Sorry, princess,” Dad said, walking into the kitchen.
“I wanna...