We don’t live in a clubhouse. We have our home. Well mansion. I know what my parents both do and I know about the life I was born in to. But whatever, I won’t be taking over. Maybe in a few years, but not yet.
“Morning love birds.” I say as I enter and both my parents look at me with smiles on their faces. I walk to my parents and give them each a kiss as I grab a coffee and make my lunch before I need to head out.
“You working today?” My dad asks, and I nod my head as I add sugar and milk to my coffee.
“Yup, got a few clients in today. Then heading into town to get Beau his food. Then a movie night with the terrible two.” I say, and my mom chuckles.
“Ok, sweetheart. Don’t work too hard. Love you,” Mom says as she kisses my head and hugs me. I do the same thing as I grab my stuff and
