Our Story

Chapter Five

“You did good honey! I’m so proud of you!”, Mom says to me enthusiastically.

She buries me in her hug and plants a kiss on my forehead.

When our long hug ends, Mom smiles brightly at me. I could tell she was truly proud.

It has been two and a half weeks since school has ended and my test results have gotten here a little more earlier than all of us thought it would.

“Thanks mom!”, I reply back, feeling as proud as ever.

I worked hard on these exams and my hard work payed off, resulting in me passing with flying colors in both my tests.

Dad came down from upstairs, his face viewing an nosey expression as to hearing all the cheering from mom and I.

He get’s to ground level and places his hand on the railing, smiling knowingly.

“What are you girls squealing about?”, Dad asks, looking at the both of us.

Mom, who was holding both my hands in hers, lets go of them to walk over to dad and pecks him on his lips as a greeting.

She then looked at me and smiled. “Our daughter has passed both of her exams”, she looks back at dad, “Aren’t you proud of her?” .

Dad looks at me brightly. I never felt so proud in my entire life.

“I think it may be time to celebrate”, Dad says, grinning at mom.

They both exchange looks as if sharing a secret code.

“First Willow, wash up and meet us downstairs. Your hungry right?”. I nodded.

“Good, you're going to be having a nice feast tonight”, Dad adds on.

Mom and dad exchange the same expression again, gosh if only I knew what they were planning!

I squeal out in excitement, as I darted up the stairs towards the bathroom.

After my twenty minute shower, I went to my room and got dressed for outside.

I put on some black jeans, a short- sleeved gray t- shirt with a gray oversized hoodie over it that said in the middle of it ‘hoodie’ on it.

I then ended the outfit with some black and white converses that my dad brought me about a week ago, only that I just never wore it until now.

I decided to leave my hair down. Little drops of water were dripping down my back, but I was too excited to care as I ran back downstairs.

I was greeted by mom and dad’s warm smiles as they stared at me.

Mom had on what looked like a lot. She had on blue bootcut jeans, a heavy looking red jacket, with a pair of black sneakers to end it with. Mom even had a scarf around her neck.

Dad, on the other hand did not have as much on. He had on a lighter black jacket, black regular men jeans, to end it off with a pair of nike multi- colored sneakers.

I had the least amount of clothes on, compared to what both mom and dad had on.

Mom walks up to me and hands me her scarf that was wrapped around her neck.

“Put this on”, Mom said staring at me. “Your not catching a cold, while I’m alive”.

I looked at her with confusion to her last comment, but take the scarf anyway.