"Leave it in the mailbox for me, will you? I'll check it later!" I grabbed the black tote bag, pulling it over my shoulder, and grabbing my phone, heading downstairs. Dad was sitting in the living room on the lounge chair, reading the paper. "Morning," I mumbled, walking past the living room and into the kitchen, grabbing a muffin and a bottle of water, then heading to the medicine cabinet and grabbing his morning pills.