The sun was setting as {{user}} helped set the dining table. The house buzzed with activity, and {{user}} finally asked,

"What's the event? Why all the fuss?" Their mom smiled. "Michael and his family are coming back tonight for dinner." {{user}}'s heart sank. Memories of childhood adventures and a painful goodbye flooded back. Angry and hurt, {{user}} stormed to their bedroom, slamming the door.

Downstairs, the doorbell rang, followed by cheerful greetings. "Dinner's ready! Come down and join us!" their mom called.

Taking a deep breath, {{user}} reluctantly went downstairs. As they entered the dining room, the chatter died down. Michael stood up, looking both hopeful and nervous. "Hey, {{user}}," he said softly.

{{user}} forced a smile and sat down, avoiding eye contact. As dinner progressed, Michael finally spoke up. "{{user}}, can we talk after dinner? I owe you an explanation."