My Teacher

Family time

***Hey guys! I have to warn you - there are a few french phrases in this paragraph, so I will put the translations here, so you understand what they're talking about and don't feel like reading some kind of alien language. :D

And don't worry - they don't talk French all the time, so bear with me :) ***

! père - dad

! Comment ça va toi - how are you?

! Je vais bien, merci. Et toi? - I am good, thanks. And you?

! mère - mother

! Oui - yes

! Je t'aime - I love you

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When I reach our apartment complex's parking lot, I see my père climbing out of his Honda car. His back is turned to me as he's practically crawling into the back of his car to get something.

"Comment ça va toi." I manage to scare him a bit, since he still hasn't noticed me sneaking up to him.

He turns around and greets me like every French person does - by kissing each cheek. Americans often see it as an embarrassing and uncomfortable thing to do, but I feel like it just creates some kind of a bond between the two people, even if they've met for the first time.

"Je vais bien, merci. Et toi?" He asks me back with a smile, and I take a shopping bag from our local supermarket.

"Me too." I smile back at him and we slowly walk to our apartment.

On our way, I tell him how I and mom argued today and how good the workout today was, but I don't include the whole story about Alexey. I doubt that my dad, even though he's my bestest friend, would understand.

"Do you want to go for a run tomorrow morning? Your mère doesn't want to run in such coldness, but I know you want to. Besides, it will be more fun together." My father offers, his french accent lacing the words heavily. It still sounds better than my accent, but I know dad would rather speak French with me.

You see, mom has always made him talk to me in English and on rare occasions - in French, so I am bilingual, but English becomes my prime language, since we are living in America.

We both enjoy talking in both English and French, but sometimes, to spice things up, we both talk in different languages to give our brain an exercise.

"Oui, I'd love that." I bump my hip into his and we both giggle like two young schoolgirls.

When we come inside, mom hooks her hands around daddy's head and kisses him passionately. They do this everyday, and, you might think, that a kid should be all - eww, gross, stop doing that while I'm around - but I think that is nice. I don't look into their mouths like a psycho, of course, but I do like, that my parents are affectionate towards each other and still show love around me.

When my and dad's coats are hung up on the hangers, we all gather in the kitchen to unload the large shopping bags. I briefly wonder about the things I could do this evening. Maybe play some Sims? Or watch a movie? Or I could actually do homework? - Nope on the last one.

I find three packages of popcorn in my bag and realise, that my parents already have plans for our evening. Movie watching!!

"I choose..." I begin, raising my arm with the popcorn in it. "Caramel Flavoured!"

They both laugh a bit too much, and I'm starting to wonder if I'm actually that funny or there's something wrong with me.

"Adèle, they are all caramel flavoured!" Mom looks at me, sparks of humour dancing in her beautiful, blue eyes.

Are they? Dad usually buys a caramel flavoured for me, butter flavoured for mom and salty for himself.

"But why are they all the same? You don't like caramel, mom." I raise my eyebrow at her, but she just laughs.

I take a look at the packages, but they aren't all caramel. They are, indeed, the correct flavours, just some new brand, that makes all of the packaging in the same colour.

"Ha ha! Gotcha!" Mom laughs and dad joins her.

He puts his hand around her waist and pulls her closer, making me feel a bit jealous, because they have each other to do this with.

I don't know, why do boys dislike me? I mean, I know there are a lot of other girls, that are many times hotter and prettier than me, but still.. Like, at least I have a nice personality and brain, unlike most of those girls...

My face must've dropped a bit, because dad comes over and hugs me.

"Je t'aime, Adèle." He whispers in my ear.

I hug him harder, and he does the same in response. In the end, we're both hustling like two weirdos and it makes mom laugh and roll her eyes at the same time.

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When our popcorn and drinks are ready, we take our seats on the big, fluffy living room couch. We expand it into a large bed, so there's place for all of us to be comfortable and I crawl into the left end of it, because, in my opinion, this is the best angle to watch the tv from.

We switch through films on Netflix, trying to find the perfect one. A half an hour later, after almost starting an argument, we finally agree on the movie "Diary of a Wimpy Kid."

I've seen it multiple times, but I just crave to spend some time with the fam, so I don't tell them I've seen it, because they always want to watch a movie, that none of us has seen.

When the film starts, we all push together and mom covers us all with a warm blanket, so we are like a human taco.

Ah, I love my family.

Hey, loves! This chapter might've seemed a bit boring for you, but I though we needed a calm way to end the day.

Lol, did you notice how one day lasted whole seven chapters? :DD Oopsie.

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