"Hey guys, do you wanna guess what we're having for breakfast?"
They turn to look at each other with smiles on their faces, rolling their eyes as they face me. There’s no guessing; my homecoming breakfast is always the same.
Dad finally finishes cooking and we all sit around the table filled with eggs, bacon, biscuits and gravy, toast, sausage, and pancakes. I take one of everything, just as always, and smile at my family as we eat and talk about school. This is one of the things I love about us, always eating together. I had it pretty good growing up. Sure, we couldn't afford some mansion or a million cars or lots of clothes, but we had the things that matter. I'm low-maintenance anyway, and I had all kinds of love from my family, still do.
As we all finish eating, I help my dad clear the table. "I gotta go over to see Emily soon, so do you mind if I get dressed and leave now?" I ask my dad as he starts cleaning dishes.
"No problem. You'll be back tonight, though, right?"
"Yeah, I should. We're just looking for the dress today. I won't be home for dinner, though."
"Uhm, okay. We'll see you tonight then," he says, his voice sounding strange.
"What? Yeah, yeah. I just ate too much, that's all," he replies with a forced laugh. I can tell something's up, but decide to wait to try and get the truth out of him later.
"Alrighty then. Thanks for the food Daddy," I say over my shoulder as I start to walk out of the kitchen and into the living room.
I don't hear his reply as I go over to the couch and unzip my suitcase on the floor. I pick out a t-shirt and some athletic shorts, along with the necessary bra, underwear, and socks. I grab my toiletry bag before heading upstairs and going into my parent's bedroom, the only one to the right of the hallway. They have the biggest bathroom that is also barely ever used, which is why I love it. No one will interrupt my shower.