“You ate all the pizza?” My father’s face creased in on itself.

“There were only two slices left. Order another one.” He looked hurt but made no move towards the phone.

“Okay, fine. I’ll order another one and you can have it fresh and hot.” He brightened instantly at the thought of fresh pizza, pulling his phone out of his pocket to capture a selfie of himself in happy mode. When I had asked about it…