Chapter 13
"By the time I wake up, it's already past 8am. I take a shower and wear a pair of grey jeans and a white t-shirt, just for a change. I've been used to wearing suits all the time. It's becoming boring. I choose to use the stairs and on my way, I can smell bacon and eggs. I am pretty sure that's not mom cooking. Whatever she tries cooking, burns into flames and thick smoke fills the entire kitchen. It can't be dad... although he's a good cook, he rarely cooks unless it's Christmas or Thanksgiving. Maybe it's him. "
"I walk straight to the kitchen to find out and to my surprise, I find dad sitting on a stool next to the kitchen island, a smile on his face as he puts a piece of baconinto his mouth and Carla is busy cooking. "
"Carla? My eyes go wider than saucers as I run to hug
