Michael’s POV
One Year Ago
“Dad I’m home.” I shouted as I enter our house. I kick my shoes off and walk around the house towards the living room with my socks on while my backpack is still hanging on my shoulder. As I finally approaches the living room, I saw my dad and mom talking, and I know that it is serious, because it is quiet, formal, and serious.
Just as I walk back to my living room, dad called my name when they noticed me peeking at them.
“I swear, I didn’t hear anything that you two are talking about. I have no clue about it, I didn’t hear anything about what you two talked about.” I said in advanced because I know them. They don’t want me to hear them talking especially when it is a serious conversation. I don’t know why, but they said it is controversial and not suitable
