Breakfast Table

When I opened my eyes I was back in my old room.

The room I had grown up in. I had lost my virginity in this room. Ewan proposed to me here. I spent so many happy and sad nights here. So much of my life occured in this small perfect little room.

And now I was back.

I slowly got dressed in confusion. What was I doing back here? I thought the house had been destroyed. I made my way down to the kitchen.

A man was facing away from me in front of the stove. It smelled amazing!

“Hello,” I stated.

He turned around and smiled. “There’s my girl!”

I took in his familiar look. His salt and pepper hair, his slightly weathered brown skin, the warm smile on his face. He was home.

It was my dad.

I hurried over to him and hugged him tightly. “I missed you.”

“Yeah, I missed you too, honey.” He kissed the top of my head. “Sit down, breakfast will be done soon.”

I did as he said and sat at the table. I noticed something strange.

“Daddy, why are there three place settings?”

“There should always be thr