Fate

Chapter 5 - A brother

-Chapter 5-

"Hey bud. You're awake!" my father said with a jolly tone and a big smile on his face when I walked down the staircase to the kitchen.

"Haha. Very funny dad. I know you set my alarm clock to wake me up. You are lucky I didn't break it again this time or not you have to buy another one." I rolled my eyes at him. He laughed and was trying to flip the pan.

Wait!

What?

Flip the pan?!?

Am I hallucinating?

I must be.

"Dad! What in the world are you doing with the that?" I wanted to yell with my eyes wide open. He was frying something. How was that possible?

"With what?" He asked deadpanned.

"The frying pan!?!"

"Can't a father make pancakes for his daughter?" he said, still trying to figure out how the flip the pan. I could smell the burning smell as I rushed over to him and turned off the gas.

"Why would you do that? Are you trying to kill me with food poisoning or by burning the house down?" I asked raising my eyebrow, wondering what was he up to this time. He never cooked and everytime he did, something bad would happen.

My dad and kitchen = Disaster. Not a good combination.

"Why would I kill you?" he said with annoyance and turned on the fire to start frying again. Something was up.

"Stop it!" I said, slapping his hand away from the knob of the gas stove.

"Why?" he whined.

"You never cook. Never ever. Remember the last time you tried to make me chicken soup when I was sick? You literally almost burn down the house!" I reminded him of that incident. It was few years ago when I had the flu and my mother had already left us to move in with her boyfriend, Tom in Tennessee. My dad insisted that he made me soup so that I would feel better. He boiled the chicken and went to clean the house. Apparently, we ran out of soap so he left the house to buy it without informing me. I sat on my bed wondering what was taking so long and decided to see for myself. When I went into the kitchen, there was smoke and the fire detector was beeping. It turned out that he left the table cloth beside the pot and it caught fire. Before I could do anything, the there was water sprinkling down to put out the fire. I was drenched and it took me longer than ever to recover from that awful flu. And that was one of the reasons why my mother made me move to Tennessee.

"Well, you need breakfast and I am making it, whether you like it a not." he said to me with a stern voice. I was hopeless in getting him to leave the frying pan.

"Why is there peanut butter on the table?" I ignored his anger and asked looking at the fancy laid table which had the utensils and plates for 5 people.

"Your favourite isn't it? And we are going to have some guest over" he smiled at me and my eyes widen. There was something going on. He was up to no good.

"What guest, dad?" I questioned him.

"You will see." he said and I groaned. I hated surprises, it wouldn't make a difference if I knew now would it?

"Just so you know, I am allergic to peanut." I told him and he formed an 'o' with his mouth. Some dad I had.

He tries, he really does but he is just not father material.

At all.

"Help me out and make some coffee please." he changed the subject and continued ordering me around. I rolled my eyes again and went to do the job assigned to me. He didn't plan on telling me who was coming, why make him. I was going to find out sooner or later anyway.