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That’s how Abby came into my parents’ lives and became an instant favorite, a ray of sunshine that brightened all the hardships and sorrows that my family had to

endure. Nothing could make my parents mad at her, not even a ruined couch and chewed-up shoes.

“How’s college going? ” a voice came from the depths of the kitchen. I walked over and leaned against the kitchen door, watching Mom skillfully plate up.

“Everything’s fine. Although, today I skipped a few classes,” I was careful to stress the fact that skipping classes was not a regular thing for me. Mom looked at me disapprovingly and tutted.

“Oh, come on, mom, you skip too,” I grinned.

“I don’t skip. I have a day off. And you? Overworking yourself, huh? Poor thing…”

“No. Sabrina wasn’t feeling well, so I drove her home.”

I saw those words had an effect on mom. She turned sharply and stared, waiting for explanation which I was purposely delaying.

“What…” she didn’t finish, as Abby rushed to the front door, barking madly and jumping around.

“Dad’s here,” Mom said, thrusting a towel into my hands and rushing to open the door.

“Hey, darling,” I heard Dad’s cheerful voice and went to greet him.

“Hey, son,” Dad’s eyes swept over me disapprovingly. He never liked my way of expressing myself, nor my lifestyle, but has apparently accepted it and no longer voiced his opinions out loud. I furrowed my eyebrows returning his gaze.

Before me stood the same tall, broad-shouldered man with a shock of half-gray hair, a little too luscious for a male; the same mustache, same piercing green eyes, and a huge beer belly. Dad was clearly uncomfortable under my scrutinizing gaze and waived his hand dismissively as he handed mom his coat and made his way to the living room, clutching onto his briefcase.

“Hi, Dad. Nice to see you too,” I addressed Dad’s back.

“How was London?” Mom asked dad, and I stared at her in surprise. She hadn’t said a word about Dad going to London.

“London… it’s all the same, nothing ever changes in Great Britain,” Dad chuckled as he settled into his favorite leather armchair by the fireplace.