Later that night
I was in the kitchen, eating up my turkey sandwich, while the front door opened, "(y/n I'm home"
"In the kitchen" my father drops his bags, in the living room and walks into the kitchen, he grabs a banana off the counter and peels it
"So how's your day" he says alittle out of breathe
"Interesting, you know I heard something from my room today, and I went downstairs to see that Micheal Manfield playing our family piano"
My father looks at me shocked, "did he hurt you"
I shake my head no, "what no, it was just weird"
"Don't worry I'll tell him out tomorrow"
"Alright" I finish my sandwich and go upstairs to my room
What a day
