That night after I got cozy with my mom, my dad came at his usual time and took her for the ride. I am not sure how much time I have spent in sleep, but I woke with the clanking of utensils in the kitchen. It seemed like morning, and mom seemed to be busy with her morning chores.

I wondered how she could get to work after a tiring night between her son and husband. I remembered the night events. I just jumped in bed and looked at my siblings in a deep sleep. I turned towards the room in which my father slept, and the light was switched off.