"Love," my mom called, entering the house.
"Yeah mom?" I answered from upstairs. I was standing in front of my full-length mirror attached to the back of my bedroom door. I gave myself a final once-over and ran downstairs. I found her in the kitchen starting dinner. "What's for dinner?" I asked, as I kissed her hello on her cheek.
"When your father gets home, we have something to tell you when we eat." My mom said quietly.
"Is it good or bad?" I questioned curiously.
"Depends on how you look at it." She said.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You'll have to wait dear."
"Fine. What are we having for dinner anyway?" I repeated.
"How does pizza sound?"
"Good." Just then, dad walked in the door. I ran to greet him. "Hi daddy!"
"Hey Love!"
"I heard you have something to tell me during dinner." I looked up at him expectantly.
"Ah, yeah." He ran a hand through his thick blond hair. He did that when he was stressed about something. "Why don't you go help your mom set the table." He said finally. I spun around and raced back to the kitchen. I went to the cupboard and got three glasses.
"Get your drinks!" I yelled. My dad and I sat down while mom took the pizza out of the oven. When we all were served, I looked at my parents. My mom was in great shape. She had long, curly sun-bleached blond hair and sky blue eyes. My dad had sandy blond hair and brown eyes. He was in pretty good shape too. I thought about myself. I had light blond shoulder lenght hair, and blueish grey eyes. I had everything my mom had. I was fourteen turning fifteen on May twenty eighth. We were the picture of a perfect Californian family. We lived on the expensive side of San Jose. Until my parents made the announcement. I snapped back to reality.
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