My father and I were sitting in a new restaruant
looking over the menus.
We loved to go to new places and try new foods.
I think it was one of the many reasons we got along so nicely.
However, tonight would be different.
Though it made my pulse quicken,
tonight I was going to tell him that I had gone vegan
since last we met.
I knew what he would say.
I expected the fight.
I expected his grip on the menu to tighten
and no matter how much it frightened me,
I had to tell him.
I wanted to believe he would try it too,
but now all I had to do was get through tonight.
The waiter came back and asked what we would like.
I told him that I would like the salad.
I said the peppers, tomato, and carrots were alright,
but to hold the chicken and ranch.
I did not want them in sight.
My dad stared, sent the waiter away, said we needed another minute.
He asked me if I had had enough time to look.
After all, it was a whole spiral book and I might've missed something.
That was when I told him.
He only stared.
I listed all the reaons.
I ended with calling it violence.
He asked the waiter to come back.
He told him,
"My girl is going to save the world. We'll both have a vegan salad."