"Dad, just sit down and relax. Let me handle this." She took the linen for the tables in his hands and walked with him outside the house toward the table set up in the garden.
"I'm more than capable of doing that. I'm not paralyzed yet." Her dad complained as he sat down on the chair in front of her with his arms crossed.
"Why are we doing this anyway? We could have easily gone to a restaurant instead." Questioning her dad's motive with a sudden whim.
For the first time, her dad set up a Sunday lunch date with her and her sisters in their family home. She only heard from her sisters that their mom forced their dad to spend Sunday lunch with them regardless of how busy he was when they were young. But, when their mom died, the family tradition stopped.
