When I was younger, my mother used to have her male “friend” come over whilst dad was at work or traveling. Me being my younger self, didn’t put much thought into this, as when he would come over, I was told to go to my room and go play whilst they talked and went into her bedroom. This went from a one day thing, to almost everyday, and once they had their “fun” the guy would leave and come back. Until one day, like clockwork the doorbell rings at 2:34 p.m, my mom opens it, in walks the guy, mom says “honey, go up stairs and watch cartoons” , I go up stairs like I was told and just drift off watching cartoons for hours on end. Sometime during the evening, my mom calls for me to come down stairs. But this time, there was soup made for dinner, we both sit down to eat and as I begin to eat this soup, I glance at my mom to see her staring at me, her mouth grinning from cheek to cheek, I stop eating this soup and I look up fully at her and ask, “hey mom, what’s in this soup ? It’s a very different recipe?” And my mom say’s “why honey, can’t you tell? That’s your father.”