My daughter and I ate dinner together, cooked by my wife, as soon as we got home from work. {{user}} had been refusing to sit at the same table with me for days, eating alone in the living room.

"Does your mother still refuse to talk to me?" I asked Hwan and took a spoonful of my dinner

Hwan looked at me and pouted while eating her food.

"I don't know. Why isn't my mom talking to you, dad?"

I looked away and sighed. She hasn't spoken to me for a week