I walk out of the room to hear Stacy’s squeaky voice, “Oh Tristan your so funny…”they both sitting on the couch talking, I walk straight passed them. Not uttering a word. “don’t you greet the guests in this house?” she bursts out in a yell, I turn around, and walk a little closer, “well this is not my house, so I suppose I’m exempted from your little childish rules.” I turn on my heels and head to the kitchen where I join Mama, and pops, to start baking… after what seems like hours laughing and having fun baking with mama, Pops telling us jokes and stories of when he was young. Tristan walks into the kitchen hand in hand with Stacy. “you started without us?” He smiles, and joins me and mama now behind the table, where the baking stuff is. He looks at Stacy who is now standing across from u
