With Love, Silvia. [✔️]

Chapter 22 My Perfect Family.

  I walk downstairs in my robe and slippers. I had the most amazing day with my dad and I almost felt as if I had known him my whole life. He even told me he kept a small journal during his time of survival all these years and he wants to get it published as a book. Dad said that he needed my help because I mentioned my skills at writing.

  Emma was reading a book on the couch in the family room. In an odd way it almost felt relieving. Ever since our long stay in the hospital, she had been "book-less" and I cold practically feel her urge to pick up a novel and devour it.

 "Morning, Emma." I said walking into the kitchen trying to find Erica.

 "If you're looking for Mom she is at the hospital with Rodger. I think he's coming home today." She called to me.

  Hmm. I guess that made sense. My next instinct was to get some breakfast and some coffee in my system.

  "I made Eggos for you!" Emma added as I found a plate of Eggos next to the toaster.

  "THANKS!" I called back and got some syrup out of the pantry.

  Emma came into the room with her book held close to her chest.

  "Mind if I join you?" She asked heading toward the fridge.

  "Nope. Thanks for making me breakfast." I said shoving a heaping forkful of Eggo into my mouth.

 "Popping a frozen waffle into the toaster isn't that hard." Emma laughed and pulled out a pitcher of orange juice and poured herself a glass.

  "It's better than the hospital waffles that's for sure." I said.

  Emma nodded and sat in the wooden chair across from me and continued to read.

  After I had finished my Eggos I took the plate to the sink and washed off the syrup.

 "Where's my dad?" I asked as I turned off the faucet.

 "I think he's still asleep. This is his first night in a comfy bed." Emma said gulping down the rest of her orange juice.

 "I can wash that for you." I said grabbing her cup and washing it.

 "I still can't believe he's here. It seems like a dream." I said sitting back down.

 "I can pinch you if you want." Emma said sarcastically.

 I wanted Mom to be with me now. I wished that she could see Dad again. Then we would be one perfect family again. We'd have each other, and I would have all my pieces in place.

But that was a fantasy now.

I sat in my chair thinking about Dad, and Mom, and our old apartment back in New York. I looked up to see Dad walking into the kitchen.

 "Hi Dad." I said standing up.

 "Want some coffee? I can brew it for you if you'd like." I said heading over to the coffee maker.

  "Actually, Erica told me you knew I good place and I was hoping you could take me over there... I have to talk to you about something..." He said nervously.

 "Uh, ok. Let me get dressed. I'll be ready in a sec." I said darting upstairs.

 I rummaged through my special drawer dedicated to all my clothes in Emma's dresser. I decided on some of my jeans and flowy top. I brushed my hair and teeth, and put Mom's jacket on and headed downstairs. I tiptoed passed the twins' rooms and started to think.

 I began to get anxious. What on earth could he be so nervous about to tell me? I  thought.

 I found my boots and pulled them on and went into the kitchen where dad was waiting eating an Eggo.