One True Love

Chapter 4

I opened the door and sat down on the passenger's seat.

"What's that on your shirt Honey?" asked mom. She meant the red stain on my shirt.

"Oh, it's paint. We were painting in art class." I answered her.

"Sooo," I said breaking the silence. I'm not used to my mom being silent. She usually talks about lots of stuff and she also asks me about school. She's still not talking. She's thinking. I don't know what she's thinking, her face is unreadable.

"Mom? Are you okay?" I finally asked her.

"What?" she looked at me then back on the road.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine, why?

"Nothing." I smiled at her.

The car ride home was quiet. It was weird. I got out of the carand saw my dad's car is here.

"Is dad home already?" I asked my mom but she didn't hear me. I walked to the front door and went inside. I smelled food. Hmmm, chicken? Yes, definitely chicken. I shouted as I placed my bag on the couch.

"To the kitchen!" my dad shouted back. I went to the kitchen and saw my dad place the chicken on the table.

"You're home early." I said as I washed my hands.

"Well, I've got lots to tell." He said, rubbing his hands together.

"What's that on your shirt?" he asked tilting his head.

"It's paint. I'll go change." I went to the living roon and grabbed my bag.

"Don't eat without me!" I shouted as I ran upstairs.

I went in my room and put on some nice, clean, stainless shirt. Then I ran back downstairs.

Mom was already in the kitchen. I sat down on the table. After grace, we started eating. I took a bite of the delicious friend chicken. Yum!

"So, which do you wanna hear first? Good news? Or bad news?" dad asked. He made silly faces when he said good and bad. So I laughed.

"Surprise me!" I said while laughing

"Well, I've been promoted!" dad said cheerfully. Mom smiled.

"Way to go dad!" he gave me a high five. Mom laughed.

"So that's why you cooked chicken?" I said.

That's when my mom's happy face turned into a sad one. And dad's face mirrored mom's. Did I say something? Oh, that's not why he cooked chicken. My dad coughed.

"I'm promoted to New York." said dad.

Wait. Did he just said New York? He's leaving us? No wonder mom was silent. She didn't want dad to leave. Well neither do I.

"I won't let you leave us dad" I said seriously. My dad chuckled and small smile appeared on mom's face.

"He's not leaving us." said mom

"Ohhhh" I said. But I'm still confused. If dad's not leaving then that means

"We're going with him." mom continued

"What?!" I asked right away.

" Did you just say we're moving?" they both nodded.

I think this is the perfect time to wake up. But sadly, I already am.