My father used to work nights,he was a general manager at a grocery store.
By the time he came home everyone was always asleep and I was always the only one up.
Sometimes he'd bring some new food or new juice and I was always the first to try it.
I remember one night he brought these new burgers,they had like peppers or something in them.
He made them while I sat watching,telling me about his day and the funny customers he met that made him laugh.
I told him how boring my day was,uneventful and dull and how my siblings did in school and whatnot.
When he finished we sat there eating and talking and I remember laughing cause he brought up school.
That's a tender subject cause I'm homeschooled and I despise school.
He told me how I should go to high school cause I could rule the school.
I laugh because that's so so stupid.
Me? Ruling? No.
I remember laughing at that and he smiled and told me that if he knew me at my age he would have bedded me in a second.
I smiled...but after that night I didn't wait up anymore.
And sometimes when I eat burgers I get a sick feeling in my stomach.
