"Dad."
Crystal sat crouched on the sofa, holding a throw pillow, and glanced at Peter as he walked out of the kitchen.
She took a breath and asked, "Should I organize that history?"
Peter came over and handed her a cup of hot tea, "Isn't that your dream?"
Crystal took the cup, sipped the tea, and furrowed her brows in thought.
She said, "Not anymore."
"Huh?"
Crystal slightly tilted her head up, staring at Peter with a look wrapped in confusion, "How can you do the same job your whole life?"
"Who talks about a whole life? I haven't even retired yet."
Peter argued with her and took out a cigarette, heading to the balcony's floor-to-ceiling window to smoke.
Crystal snickered softly.
She asked, "Do you still want to quit and find another job?"
With the cigarette in his mouth, Peter lit it, took a puff, and waved his hand, "We'll see, we'll see."
"..."
Crystal's smile faded from her eyes and brows, and she looked down, softly sipping her tea.
