Just wanted to say I really liked this piece.
It's not the most polished work (and maybe part of the charm?) but it says what it needs to say.
Reminds me much of my own relationship with my dad. :)
Thanks for writing this.

A disjointed but lovely piece. My relationship with my parents is unfortunately not as devoted and loving as the relationship you've written about here, but I found that I enjoyed it all the same. Particularly, I like the way you've managed to bring charactesr, images and feelings to life with so few words.

Keep writing.

I'm bad at reviews, but I'd just thought I'd let you know that I really liked that.

"Tonight he’s made eggplant parmesan whose recipe he’s been working on for ages." That doesn't sound quite right, grammatically. Maybe make it "Tonight he's made eggplant parmesan, a recipe he's been working on for ages."

"He hates having an accent. He hates that people always know where he’s from. All he ever has to do is talk and they ask if he’s from New York. He hates that they know so much about him without ever knowing him. He’s never told me so, but I’m his daughter and these things I can just tell." My dad is the exact same way, but it's India instead of New York.

". . . he grew up so much when Lily died . . . Lily was my dad's baby sister who he never talks about." "He went for his father’s funeral, and even that took some convincing. My dad and his father never really got along." If this is a true story, our dads actually seem to be really similar; it's eerie.

And the thing about not wanting to go to the city because it never gave him anything, I had almost the exact same conversation with my dad. (About India, not Brooklyn.)

I like the bit about the meaning behind your name. And the part about how when you get a call after midnight, you know your grandma's died, I really love those lines because it's something so relatable. Getting a phone call at an odd hour almost always means someone has died, so reading that just struck something in me.

This was well-written and interesting. And a little freaky how similar it was to my own relationship with my dad. So good job.