Young adult: “I’m hungry,” she announced upon entering the house after her first day of work.
Father: “There is food in there,” he said pointing towards the kitchen and said,
Young adult: She opened the refrigerator door and peered at its contents for an unreasonable amount of time – but not really for an 18-yr old. Her possible pre-cooked choices, which required microwave re-heating included, chicken, dressing, baked ziti, rice, and fish.
Her choice was one hardboiled egg. She peeled the egg and joined her father and me in the living room.
She ate her egg and eyed my drink. I felt her eyes on it and tried to ignore the situation. Before I could do much more, she stood over me; her hands already wrapped around the mug in my hand.
As she took it from my loose grip, I said, “You don’t even know what it is!”
She raised it to her nose, sniffed, and said; “lemon tea” then drank her fill before returning it to my hand. It all happened quickly.
