Layla
I needed to know who or what I really was, and there was no better time to ask my parents about it than right now. I hopped out of the shower and dried my body before changing into a casual T-shirt and shorts.
My slightly damp hair was tied into a messy bun before I left my room and headed straight to the kitchen. Dad was already seated at the table, and Mom was setting up the food. They grinned widely at me after noticing my presence, and I returned a forced smile.
“I was just about to get you, sweetheart. Help me set the table.” She said, and I nodded.
My issues would have to wait for a few minutes. I went into the kitchen and fished out a couple of plates and cutleries while my mother came back for the dishes containing our meals.
We sat around the table, and I observed qui
