When I got home, my parents were sitting on the couch. At first, I couldn't tell if they were waiting for me or not, but when they shut off the TV as I entered, I knew that they were. My dad stood up, followed by my mother. They were holding each other's hands and it looked like my mom had been crying. I sighed.
I knew I shouldn't have been so harsh on them, especially because they were just trying to keep their love life alive. Plus, I'm a teenager, I shouldn't want to hang out with my parents, right? I mean, this is like every teenagers dream... right? I opened my mouth, ready to apologize, but my father spoke first.
"Amy," he started, his eyes flickering to a spot on the floor before looking back at me, "you were right, yesterday."
I frowned, looking down at my shoes which I hadn't
