A visitor

Music recommendation : cruel summer by Taylor Swift.

[Anna's POV]

Animated. An animated smile. That's the type I give my father when he's around. I'll have breakfast with him today for the first time in 5 years. He is seldom at home and I never bothered mom, asking of his whereabouts. He probably wants to prepare me for the upcoming Hide and Seek.

'Did you sleep well, Anna?' Mom asked me in Dutch.

A fist banged against the table and mom jumped on her seat. 'No German in the house! And certainly, no talking during breakfast!'

Mom pursed her lips, fiddling with her food. She loses her appetite whenever she gets frightened. It's all father's fault.

'More water, my lady?' Hamish who had standing next to me, asked.

'No,' I throw my napkin on my plate. 'I'm full.'

I pushed back my chair, ready to return to my room. What was I expecting? I knew this would be the same as it always was.