The house was warm and I was greeted with the aroma of baked chicken ‘Yummy,’ I whispered as I walked into the kitchen. Mom was at the sink, stuffing the used plates there, while Dad was setting the table for dinner.
I stood by the door watching how beautiful they were together, and tears stunk on my eyes as I reflected on how bad I had missed them.
“I thought you all don’t do this anymore?” I started, unable to keep my mouth shut from what I saw.
“Hey, Annabelle welcome home,” mom greeted, leaving the sink to give me a hug.
She did so, as a scowl formed on her features.
“Well, that’s a bad way of addressing your parents especially when you didn’t see them for quite a while,” that said from the table, placing the last plate on the table.
“Good evening mom and dad,” I spouted noncha
