"You're from the state, aren't you?" He asked.
"Well, yes, I happened to have both parents from the same state," I smirked, not wanting to give a straight yes or no answer.
"Where did I get this daughter from?" My dad muttered, making me imagine how he would be shaking his head in mock regret and lamentation.
"Sorry, sir!" I laughed, deciding to put him out of the misery he was currently enduring.
"I got here safely anyway. I want to unpack and then start cooking. But… why didn't you and mummy hire a catering service too? This cooking is looking stressful and I haven't even started yet!" I complained.
"If you like, cry from now till tomorrow, you'll still prepare that food," My dad laughed as he imitated my complaints.
"Bye-bye!" I pouted, hanging up the phone whilst knowing full well that my dear father would still be laughing heartily at my expense.
