After bringing all the new luggage to the living room, Heidi went to the dining table and looked absent-mindedly at Maurice sitting across from her.
She hadn't seen her father for a long time—although they could still occasionally get in touch, but even that intermittent contact seemed to have been a thing of the past.
Her father's sudden return home felt like a dream to her, unreal.
Maurice sat at the dining table, unhurriedly eating the freshly fried sausages and bread, chewing each bite thoroughly. After a while, he looked up at his wife sitting beside him and his daughter across the table, with a smile on his face: "I haven't had home-cooked food in a long time."
