damn workaholic.

Dad, you know how I made you dinner last week?

You know how your work called in the middle of it?

I understood you needed to take the call.

I let you answer, thinking you'd be quick.

I ate all my dinner, and you still weren't back.

So, I wrapped up your food for you,

And refrigerated it so you could finish it later.

I left a note on the counter telling you about my nice deed.

I know you read it because the next morning,

It wasn't there anymore.

And you know what dad? It's still in the fridge.

You knew it was there and completely ignored it.

I just thought, maybe, making you dinner would

Make you want to spend time with me.

Guess I was wrong.