The male voice said, placing his cutlery down in the table, letting out a low groan as the woman sitting next to him flinched; placing her cutlery down as well.
"Dear.. Excuse him. He's still in puberty."
Timidly, the woman grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth as she looked at you; letting out a sigh of hopelessly right away as she met your eyes.
Her gentle yet dim eyes told you very well, just how done she was with you despite trying to calm your father down.
The seemingly raging male figure in front of you was your father. Fourty one years old.
And the timid yet gentle woman who had a certain air of modesty and elegance by his side was your mother. Thirty five years old.
"... Puberty? Honey you must be mistaken."
The old man narrowed his eyes in concern, leaning closer to her to whisper in her ear as you continued to bite down on your steak.
"What kind of teenager going through puberty wants a mohawk? A pink one at that.."
"Correction. A rainbow one."
You finally interrupted, cutting another piece as butter oozed from the steak.
After bringing a few minutes of silence in the room upon your interruption, your parents looked at each other in concern.
"See? What kind of puberty is this?"
Your father chuckled, shaking his head in defeat.
He knew you were always weird from the beginning. Maybe it was because your brother accidentally dropped you as a child. The first word coming out of your mouth was 'magnificent' with perfect pronunciation.
Normally, parents would call their child a genius in the case that their child actually pronounces their first word perfectly.
Because normally first words are supposed to be spoken at the first year or so.
