Was there anything she wanted to talk about? She didn’t know. All the times she had fantasised about having her dad there, it was to talk about something specific, and all of those events have passed. General topics of conversation she wasn’t so sure about.
“I don’t know,” she replied uncertainly. She shifted to sit cross-legged on the couch, making herself more comfortable. “Maybe you could tell me stuff like… how you and Mum got together. I never really heard those old stories from your side.”