My father is a busy man. He comes home after I’ve gone to bed. In fact it happens frustratingly often that I’ve just laid my head on the pillow and then hear him rummaging at the front door.
So I don’t see him that much during work days and when he’s especially busy my mother and I notice a disturbing pattern. He comes home so late he won’t have the energy to even eat and goes straight to bed. Then in the morning he oversleeps (7 am is oversleeping) and he hurries to the office.
That’s when he skips breakfast.
For lunch he’ll have half an hour to eat his packaged lunch, which consists of four whole slices of rye bread with butter and meat toppings and then two carrots or clementines.
That’s not a lot when it’s the only thing. And not too nutritional, either.
Of course I got worried. What if he suddenly fell to the ground, starved into a heart attack or something! We’d leave dinner leftovers out, but even when he ate it wasn’t a lot. Today we found no traces of him eating any of the salmon from last night’s meal. Continue reading