Kat
"Kitty Kat!" My dad shouted again, using the nickname I've had since I was five.
"Coming!" I shouted, putting a shirt on running out of my room and sliding down the bannister.
I landed on my feet as though I do it all the time. Mostly because I do actually do it all the time.
"Record timing," my dad congratulated.
I beamed, "thanks dad,"
"So what did you bring?"
"You're gonna have to guess."
I paused. I glanced at the two white opaque unmarked plastic bags. Hmm no hints there.
"Will I have to use utensils or is it meant to be eaten with my hands?" I asked.
"You use utensils," he answered.
Hmmmm.
"Is it possibly ethnic?" I asked.
"You know it is," he grinned.
"Let's see.., possibly something from little bit of Asia?" I guessed finally.
Little bit of Asia is this restaurant I love downtown that sells food from every country in Asia. The food is amazing and I go there as often with as many people as I can.
He tapped his nose.
"Ding ding! We have ourselves a winner! Congrats to Kat Channing!" My dad said in an exaggerated game show host voice.
"Ha ha, very funny dad, go sit down and turn on the TV and I'll grab some forks," I said, turning to the kitchen.
"Alright, what do you feel like watching?" he asked, walking to the living room.
"Surprise me!" I shouted from the kitchen.
Despite it just being the two of us in our house we lived a pretty big one.
In my opinion, my parent shouldn't have opted to live in such a large house, but my high maintenance mother demanded a big one, and he could easily afford it, so why not.
At around nine I got fed up with using the stairs and just started sliding down the bannister, and the better I got, the more I enjoyed it. I pretty do much do it whenever I'm given a large amount of stairs.
My dad thought it was funny, seeing an ten year old slide down a handrail with ease, but my mom wasn't as impressed.
She'd always been demanding, I remembered it like it was her only feature. Nothing was ever enough for her.
I guess neither was being monogamous.
My dad wanted to give me my eleventh birthday gift a little bit early if I could guess what it was, I did. A new bike.
Sometimes I wish I hadn't.
Because when he walked in to go and get it for me in his room, I remember his face going pale, turning to me and ushering me to my room, telling me not to come out until he told me to.
I didn't listen and peeked my head out of my bedroom door to see my dad carrying a man out of their room, my mom crying and saying "it wasn't her fault".
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