"So mom, what is it you wanted to talk about?" I ask her as we are on the porch with our coffee. She nearly chockes on her coffee, making me more curious by the minute.
She looks at me, then at my dad, she sighs, "Marvin, you wanna start? I'll go get us another cup of coffee". "Sure dear, we knew this was never going to be easy..." My dad replies as the looks at his hands. I have no idea what they're talking about or why they seem so nervous.
"Babygirl, you know you never felt you're in the right place, right?" I just simply nod at him as mom comes back on the porch with our coffee and a brand new pack of cigarettes, which is weird since she is against smoking. This whole talking thing is making me more anxious by the minute. Mom noticed, giving me a small nod of approval.
"So dad, yeah
