Jake

It was the weekend. Since I’d petty much given up my previous, carefree life, I sometimes worked on Saturdays for half the day and took Sunday off. I didn’t go into the office when there wasn’t work for me to do there, but it was a big company that was still growing, so there was still plenty of research I did during my free time into the company’s future.

On one such weekend, I was sitting in my home office, working on my computer, when I got a call from Dad. I only hesitated a little before answering it. If this was before, I might have even thought of ignoring the call, but those days were over.

I couldn’t say Dad and I were closer than before, but at least, we didn’t go through moments of pretending the other didn’t exist.

“Hello, Dad?”

“Jake,” he said, voice deep and calm. “Do you have any plans this weekend?”

I stared at my computer screen. I had my browser opened and was looking through a few pages. I was only in the research stage so far, so there wasn’t any hurry.

“I’m free,