"Wait a minute," I attempted to halt my overly enthusiastic mom, but she was already halfway down the hall.
"Mom, it's not what you think!" I called out, hurrying after her, my heart pounding a bit faster. But she was completely unstoppable.
Before I knew it, she practically burst into the living room where my dad, Henry, was sitting in his favorite armchair, engrossed in the daily newspaper.
"Henry, we need to talk," she announced, her tone so serious that it immediately caught my dad's attention.
Henry looked up, his eyebrows raised in surprise, and neatly folded his newspaper. "What's going on?" he asked, his eyes darting between my mom and me, sensing the urgency in her voice.
My mom, Grace, never one to beat around the bush, didn't waste a single second. She launched into a
