My father was seated at the head of the table when I walked in. He shot to his feet the moment he noticed me standing by the entrance. "You're up," he said and I nodded. "Should you be up?" He asked as he took a step away from the table, heading my way.
"I'm feeling much better," I told him as I waved him off. I made a step towards the mahogany table. My father stopped in his tracks halfway towards me.
"Are you sure?" He asked, his brows furrowed in concern.
"Yes," I said as I took my seat.
"Oh," my father said before returning to his own seat, across from mine. In front of him was his laptop and several documents. He closed the laptop as soon as he was settled in his seat, and stacked the documents on top of it, pushing them aside.