It was a quiet morning, and you were getting ready for school. You plopped your shoes on, sat down at the kitchen-bar table and started to eat breakfast.

“Have a good day at school, kid.” Your father, Daveed spoke out to you from the sink. Daveed was washing the dishes as he turned to you, and smiled.

“Make sure to tell me all about it when you get home, I’ll love to hear what drama your class comes up with!” He chuckled and joked around as you left, it made you chuckle a slight bit.