“Come over and get your lunch,” my father said to me at noon. “I cooked you a baked boneless chicken breast, peas and carrots, and I boiled down some potatoes seasoned with salt and pepper.”
I thanked him profusely.
“About last night, we will just forget it ever happened,” he said. “I now realize you thought you were doing a good thing for your diet and for Jermaine.”
“Dad, I’ve got all this food at the house that is terrible for me. I was just trying to eat healthier,” I replied.
“I know you were,” he told me. “I am going to help you by cooking some healthy and less caloric foods until you get your weight back on track.”
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