"The first dinner you cooked was bland, just like the one you always cook when Miss Anderson was home. Then you had to force yourself to eat that before cooking another one. Again, when you came back from work you eyes didn't twinkle even once just like you were before Miss Anderson married you..."
"Esther."
"Last point please. You also set her indoor slippers in the doorway like you always did, and it was Miss Hazel who retrieved it. From your actions, it showed that you miss her!"
"Esther, that is not me missing her. I am simply doing what I was used to doing, and who taught you this anyway?" Ethan asked, finding it hard to maintain a firm expression in face of his daughter's cute expression.
Esther laughed, a low one as she still didn't want to annoy her father.