101: PAST AND PRESENT

LISA’S POV

We sit in silence for a brief moment before he speaks again, his voice soft, “You’re just like your father, you know,” he chuckles, looking at me with a nostalgic smile.

“Now that’s a first,” I couldn’t help but smile in return, a sense of pride swelling in my chest.

I’ve always longed for someone to tell me I remind them of my parents. It never happened before, and for some reason, hearing it now stirred something in me, a mix of joy and sadness.

“And it’s the truth,” he continued, “Your father was just like you, always trying to see the best in people, always believing there was good in everyone’s actions.”

“I bet he did. It’s only fair with all those philosophical words he always had to say,” I replied, trying to sound casual, though the memory of my father’s endless life lessons made me feel a little heavy inside.

“You have a point right there,” he says, and we both burst into a fit of laughter, the tension lifting for a moment, replaced by a fleeting sense of ease.

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