His voice was steady as he said, "Sit down." Except that it was the only thing that was steady with him. Since the day he knocked on his daughter's door, he has been experiencing anxiety.
He knew it's not going to be easy to reach out and ironed out the issues between him and his first child. Her first daughter out of seven that he sired. He poured some water on their glasses and waited for Jess to sit down.
When she sat down, he put down the pitcher of water and took his own seat. "Let's eat."
"Do you know what time it is?"
He glanced and met his daughter's blank face. She used to always have an easy smile on her beautiful face, that looked too much like her mother - his first love.
He looked at his wristwatch, "It's three thirty-four."
"Yes, it's three thirty-four. Not really the time to eat these," she swept her eyes on the feast in front of them.
