A strange feeling came across my entire body that evening when I caught papa's look. I saw a small and happy smile on his face. A look of total satisfaction! He ate very little, but just smiled and looked at us. For the life of me, I felt something odd about his behavior, but I couldn't pinpoint to it.
Often, papa would take his supper early and then went on with his daily devotion. That evening though, he insisted on waiting for my siblings to come home from work so we could all have a family dinner together.
Nothing fancy was offered that evening! We had rice, salad, and pork stew, but everyone was laughing, talking, and sharing their day experiences, including the children. Papa took a bite of food, and then parked his look with a smile on each of his beloved faces.
My papa was happy! That was all I could convince myself and dismissed the nagging bad thought. The way my papa smiled and looked at dinner that evening, stay always memorable in my mind.
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