Lara bounced her left leg nervously as she sat in the sterile waiting room of her doctor's office. The unwelcoming White walls blinded her, and the smell of harsh cleaning solvents filled her nostrils. She hated going to the hospital, even though she is a doctor now.
The next morning, Hugo arrived at our home. He arrived earlier than we had talked about.
“Hi! Such an early bird, ah?” I asked him, then lent him a kiss on his lips.
“I can't wait to see you,” he said, kissing my forehead.
“What are we going to do now?” he asked me with his arm around my waist.
“First, we'll clean your condo; second, we'll bake; and third, dad invites you to have dinner here,” I said as I adjusted his collar.
“Looks like we're going to have fun, ah? Let's go?” he excitedly offered me.
My parents
