I swallow the lump in my throat and quickly wipe my eyes. I pick up the fork and stab the already cut up pancake, just like Gramps always did. I've been able to cut my own pancakes at the age of five but he always insisted on cutting them up for me.
I place the pancake in my mouth as my eyes continue to leak... it tasted even better than I remembered. Everyone at the table grows quiet but when I keep eating without looking at anyone, they decide to leave it alone. What can I do? I couldn't seem to control my emotions at the moment so I stopped trying.
They begin happily chatting so I can break down in peace... it's the small things. After a while, I dry my tears and enjoy the rest of the meal together. Leo's eating but he's still watching me while resting his knee against mine.