Behind The Smile

Jordan's mom reading the worry from the look on his face through the rear mirror said.

"Jordan, I promise you'll love the new house," she smiled trying to cheer him up.

"Why don't you go put him on your lap and sing lullabies to him, if he ain't fine with us moving then he'd better get a roof over his head with his school allowances," Jordan's dad retaliated, forgetting the fact that the discussion didn't involve him.

Mr. Brad hadn't always been the patient type with his own seeds, much less with Jordan his son.

Sarah, his mom turned to Brad wearing a look of irritation.
"You being hard on him isn't necessary you know," the conversation was about to take on an ugly look before Jordan's younger sister Ema cut in.

"Okay, could we not do this in the car right now?!," her hands were held up as if she were loosing it.

Jordan's dad chuckled
"Oh the young lady at the back now yells at me, product of disrespectful ovums!"

"Brad?!"

"You can't talk to them that way, you're their father remember?" Sarah tried to stay calm.

Brad replied in a tone of sarcasm

"Sorry, my memory fails me," he winked.