Chapter 3 CaitlynMy parents have not changed an inch. My father as always has his unruly graying hair, and his piercing blue eyes same as mine, and my mother is dressed up in her tight pantsuit and her chignon without a single strand of hair sticking out. The way they stare at me is no way different from how they looked at me when I was little. As if I were an alien impossible to decipher.
— Thank you for honoring us with your presence Caitlyn. You took your time to join us! You know your mom cannot stay up for long.
In fact, my mother does have some knee problems due to failing joints, but it is only painful in cold and rainy weather and tonight the sky is incredibly clear.
— Hi, Dad. It's incredibly mild for the season, don't you think? We can even see the stars.
— Don't be rude Cait
