Who Knew

4

I wake up. Fluffy bedding covering my body. Neck to beyond my toes. My nose is stuffed because of my allergies, but I smell a hint of cilantro, and toast downstairs. I get out of my black, gray, and white bed, grab a thick blanket, and turn off my fairy lights as I walk through my door into the hallway. I turn left and close my double doors behind me. Reaching the stairs, I stumble down them due to the blanket around me. Christasia is cooking in the open concept kitchen, looking down and smiling at a... Cat? It purrs, and catches sight of me and gallops into a modern big cat house, peeking through the windows.
Mom catches sight of me shuffling towards her and waves hello while making French toast. I rose up, and squeezed on to the chair, gripping the counter for some support. Christasia took a few more minutes to cook breakfast, but once she finished, she brought plates with French laced with whip cream, and hot chocolate. I ate the toast, savoring every bite. Christasia did her normal good morning smile, and started, "I'm guessing you know why you are chosen to come out of the lab, correct?". I dropped my fork, feeling anger for being taken as a child. At my parents hands no less, but I know that they were drugged with something. They would never do that.
"Am I going to see... Them again?" I mumbled, hiding my happiness. I carried my empty plate back to the sink, and felt the warm sunshine beginning to fill the room. I walked back to my chair, and looked as Christasia got up, went to a glass office room, and came out with some files. She sat back down and showed me the files. I grasped the blanket around me as I read over the files, seeing as how my parents have, and are still looking for me to this day. I couldn't believe it. They lived in this neighborhood. I cried at the thought of being reunited. And laughed.

Sorry for short chapter.