The first step

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/Sha shaa.../

/Rub rub... Wash.../

/Splash!/

(I know what you're thinking)

"All done, is there anything left to clean?" Dale asked the person next to him as he finished cleaning the dishes

"No, thank you, son." Dale father replied with a nod as he returned to watching his video on his tablet

"ANOTHER SCORE FOR THE CHICAGO BULLS!"

"Shit..."

"... In that case, good night Mom, Dad."

"Going back to your room? Don't tell me you're going back to that game?"

Dale smiled awkwardly… While his father let out a small sigh.

"Yes?..."

"Really? It hasn't even been 2 hours!" Dale's mother exclaimed

Dale's father tried to say something, but he was interrupted by his wife...

"At least stay for dinner instead of missing it like you did yesterday..." She said worriedly

Her expression then changed to a serious one: