Chapter 5

I had a dream. I dreamed of the year I was eighteen. My dad had an apron tied around his waist, sleeves rolled up, grilling ribs for me in the backyard. I said, "Dad, don't do this next time. I'm already eighteen. I need to lose weight." He laughed. "What are you afraid of? If you get so fat nobody will marry you, Dad will take care of you for the rest of your life..." Before his laughter could fade. The phone rang. To give me a better life, my dad took an overseas security contracting...