Israel. in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

Not really a secret I don’t get along with my dad.

He’s heading to Israel tomorrow. To be clear, he’s far from Jewish - he’s Indian. As in, ya know, that country with a billion people. (Hate how I have to clarify that.)

And despite my misgivings towards him, I had a moment of… worry. This surprised me. So, I asked a few questions. Why’s he going? “Oh, the history! The culture!” Typical him. But more importantly, it’s an organized group tour of 40 or so people.

Cue the exhale.

Won’t lie. My first thought is “What if he gets killed in a random terrorist attack?”

Me… care about my dad? Well. I can’t quite process that right now.

Shut your mouth.