“You feeling sick?” I asked him.
He took another sip of his coffee.
“No.” he softly answered and I thought he was going to say something else, but he didn’t.
“Hey Dad, did you come in my room last night while I was sleeping.” I asked as he was taking another drink of coffee.
He paused with the cup halfway to his lips and looked at me as though I’d just suddenly transformed into a three-headed alien.
“What?” I asked, looking around to see if someone or something was behind me that would explain his expression.
“Did you just call me Dad?” he asked with a hint of amusement to his voice.
“Huh? No!” I said, but then I paused, “Uh, maybe, I don’t know. Well, you are my dad, aren’t you?” I said, trying to joke my way through it.