I walk in the room. He's there. My dad. "I'm going to get some milk" he says "ok daddy 😍😍🤭🤭🤭🤭🫶🫶🫶🫶" I say
He walks out of the door with a suitcase "woah I guess he really needs good milk" I say delightfully hoping to eat my frosted flakes that night with the scrumptious and creamy milk he will bring home from Publix.
I sit down and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
...
"Yo maybe he ain't coming back."
...
"Meow" I hear my dog say
...
"Meow😢" I say sad fully
