Mahalo.
Look, being an asian in year twelve is hard okay! Not much blogging time is allocated.
This will be very brief.
Regularly, my fathers arrival time varies, or is 'subject to change' if you're speaking in airport language. But recently the sound of gravel crushed under his cars is appearing earlier and earlier...to the point where he now routinely waltzes through the door no later than 7.30pm.
And then it suddenly dawned on me, like gravity to Newton.
MasterChef was on at 7.30. My father made MasterChef his priority.
Oh jolly good.
So it's reasonable to assume we don't see much of him in the off season...
Stay Tuned.
life's narcissistic narrator.
+ the red fox.
-OVER AND OUT-
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