The first thing I noticed was the chair. It was pulled out from the dining table. Nobody had sat on it for years. Yet that evening, it was waiting for someone.I stood at the entrance of the dining room, staring at it.“Ma?”No answer.“Ma, where are you?”“Kitchen.”Her voice sounded normal. Almost too normal. I walked towards the kitchen.“Why is that chair outside?”She didn't turn around.“Which chair?”“The one in the dining room.”There was a brief silence. Then she said,“Your father used to sit there.”I looked back at the chair.“I know.”“He may come back tonight.”I smiled. I thought she was joking. My father