He found his daughter sitting alone in the living room that morning, amidst the clutter of household items that had accumulated over the years, as well as leftovers from the holidays.
“Are you okay?” he asked tentatively. Growing up she’d always been a little quiet, but he was no longer accustomed to seeing her that way. She was bright and bubbly every time she visited.
She cracked an eye open for a moment to look at him. “I’m fine, Dad.” She lifted her arms up, put her palms together in front of her chest, and inhaled deeply. Then she got up, grinning. “Just a little morning meditation. Wanna join me tomorrow?”
“Will it break my back?”
“No, silly!” she exclaimed, laughing. Then she winked. “You won’t even know what’s happening.”
He chuckled. “All right, all right. But shouldn’t we do it outside? It’s a little crowded in here.”
She tucked her hands into her pockets and scanned the living room, rocking on the balls of her feet. “I like it here, though,” she said after a while, smiling. “It feels like home.”
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.