Class was over. Me and Emily had to say good-bye to each other because we had different classes to go to. At the end of the day, I got a ride home from my dad. My mom died when I was born. The pain I felt when dad told me how mom died didn't last in years and still haunts me this very day. As we get home, dad got out the car and stopped me. I was swimming in confusion. "Is everything okay, sweetie?" My dad asked. "Y-yeah, I'm fine" I said. My dad never asked me that question unless I get hurt. Did I look hurt at the moment? While I was thinking that, dad said "Spaghetti and meatballs"! I was confused again. I didn't know why he just yelled out an Italian food. "For dinner, sweetheart" dad said. I hate it when my father calls me little baby stuff like "sweetie", "sweetheart","honeybun", etc. I could go on and on about how many names my dad calls me.I went to my room and closed the door.
