I never saw unloving parents

My dad owned restaurants. Six that I know of and 2 that I remember. He worked hard. The ones in DC were 24 hours. So as the owner he was kinda on call 24 hours. The one in Richmond was kinda a breakfast and lunch diner.

In Richmond, it was a more manageable schedule. 6 am to 3 pm. Typically he was home by 3:30 or 4. So my memory from elementary school through high school was of my dad coming home with a large cup of coffee in a styroform cup from the restaurant. He would walk in the door with his little box under his arm, the cup tucked into the box with his money bag and business notebook and other paraphernalia necessary for opening and closing a business. My mom would greet him at the door with a little kiss. They would sit down at the kitchen table and pour the coffee into 2 mugs and catch up on the day. I never knew as a kid what they had so much to talk about. But it was always encouraging to me to see them so into each other