Officially His

I was famished, and started on a dinner with the French fries while helping my father in the kitchen. Who is coming for dinner? He had refused to say and only snorted out that it’s a surprise. He let suspense and tension to build inside me and it was almost unbearable. I ticked off the idea that it could be a family member because we do not have any close relative in Fothoman. Aunty Jane, my Dad's younger sister lives with her husband in Olivelane and they only visited once when I was in fifth grade.

It might be one of those political meetings where a candidate invites his party members to his home for dinner. A soft knock rattled on the door as I reach over for a pork. He slapped my hand away and smiled at me, and I am more confused by the expression on his face. What is there to smile about and why is Mr. Hayes acting like a teenager?

“ You should get the door. I will wrap up things from here” he said as he began untying the knotted apron around his wai