Anna's POV
I rush down the stairs and almost trip on the rug in the living room. "Ahhhh..." My hand reaches out for anything to steady my equilibrium and I only succeed in pulling over the coat rack that was braced against the nearby wall. As the rack and my butt hit the floor, my parents come rushing out the kitchen.
"Anna, really? Why are your rushing for the door like that?" my mother clucked as she shook her head, her face a mixture of concern and suppressed laughter as my dad whips out his cellphone to snap numerous pictures.
"Dad! Stop that!" I raise my hands to shield my face as peels of laughter escape them both.
My dad eventually reaches down to help me to my feet as my mom corrects the coat rack back against the wall. I spin around and retrieve my handle bag on the floor and
