"Dad, let's go."
I tugged at his sleeve, eyes passing nervously over the entrance of the supermarket. I didn't want him to see them. I didn't want them to see him. I just wanted to go home.
The persistence in my voice must have made him realize that something was wrong. Nodding at me, he finished his conversation with his friend then turned to face me completely, taking a few of the bags off of my hands.
"Nothing dad, please. Let's just go."
He was unconvinced. But there couldn't have been better timing. Because that's when my lovely aunt and hospitable cousin made their entrance.