The Vow Of Seduction *Rough Draft Completed*

1.1-Kensa (June 1 - 7)

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"Hi Mom! Dad!" Kensa hollered as she opened the door to her childhood home. "I'm here." Kensa's mother and father walked into the entryway and embraced her in a warm hug.

"Glad you were able to join us tonight," her mother said. She looked as good as she did in her younger days. Her brown hair cascading down her face like hills of brown, while her father kept his graying hair trimmed short like he had in the military.

"Kensa, how have the courses been going?" her father asked.

"I love my photography course. You know I want to go into the family business as a photographer, instead of as a model or spokeswoman," she lowered her voice to barely a mutter, "like what you and Mom had always hoped for."

"Now, Kensa, that's not fair and you know it. We only want what is best for you. That has always been our goal. And if photography is something you really want to do, then all we want to do is support you." Her mother spoke in her soft and caring voice that Kensa remembered so well from her childhood.

"Kensa," her father looked at her, "I want to offer you a job as entry level photography on both sides of the company." Kensa looked at him stunned. She choked back some tears. This was something she had never thought possible.

"Daddy, are you sure?" Yes I still call my father Daddy on some special occasions, or in situations like this where I wonder if I am in a dream.

He nodded. "I love you no matter what you do. Your photos are stunning. They are beautiful and you manage to capture emotion in them. That makes you extremely special and talented." His words pushed the tears over the brim.

She ran and hugged her father and let the tears fall gently. After a few moments, her mom came over and wiped the tears away after Kensa ended the hug.

"Precious, your father and I want the best. You are the best at what you do. You as your own person are valuable," her mother soothed her, just as if she was a little girl.

"Am I always going to be your baby, no matter what age I am?" They both nodded. "If that is the case, what's for dinner? I'm starving!" They all started laughing and it warmed Kensa's heart. This was the best thing about Sunday dinners; a family being united, even if only for a day.

As they ate pork chops, fried potatoes, green beans and the buttery rolls, they all talked back and forth about their everyday lives. They asked if there was anyone special for Kensa, which she responded no to, for the millionth time. Kensa asked when their next cruise was, which they were looking to take one this winter to the Caribbean to escape the cold.

After the wonderful dinner, their favorite show came on which they watched together and laughed and competed with each other.

After the show, Kensa stood. "Well it's getting late for you two, so I am going to head to the dorms and get some studying done."

They exchanged hugs and before Kensa got to her car, her mother called out, "Do you want to get manicures and pedicures on Tuesday together?"

"It's a date Mom! I will see you at the mall on Tuesday. Call or text the time and I will be there without a doubt."

Kensa was thankful that her parents and she were close because without them, her life would've fallen to pieces.

Monday came and went without anything important happening. Her classes were still somewhat boring since her parents had always paid for the most expensive, well...everything.