I Bought My Dream House and Invited My Family but No One Showed Up and Later My Dad Sent a Message

the couch and waited. Seven o’clock came. Seven-fifteen. I told myself they were probably in the car arguing about directions, which was a standard feature of any family outing involving my father driving and my mother navigating. Seven-thirty. I sent a message to the group chat saying dinner was ready whenever they arrived. Seven-forty-five. The candles continue reading …