*Destin’s POV*
*Continuation…*

My parents and I walked into a nearly completed home. Every room, except the bedrooms, were finished. The smell of fresh new furniture lingered all over the house. Everything was neat and clean on the first floor and looked a lot homier than it had been this morning.

"Wow! This place actually looks like a real home, now!" I commented.

"Indeed!" Mom and Dad nodded.

"Those workers did an excellent job." Dad smiled with approval looking around the house.

"They did do a fantastic job, but is there anything you did all day?" Mom questioned Dad, with a raised eyebrow.

"I cooked dinner." Dad proudly said Mom and I exchanged looks of disgust. Dad's food was never very yummy.

"Oh come on. I’m pretty sure this time it actually tastes good." Dad insisted.

"Fine, we will try it. If it tastes bad, we go out for dinner. First, let me take a shower." Mom reasoned. With that, she escaped to the washroom to take her shower and freshen up.

"How was your time out? What’d you think about the neighborhood?" Dad asked me as we fell on the comfy couch.

"I made new friends.” I proudly say, with a big grin.

“Names?” Dad questioned me.

“Uhm, Elizabeth, Ally, Mable, and June. I even met Harry's friends, Niall, Liam, Louis, and Zayn." I answered.

"Oh, nice." Dad nodded.

"Oh, and I learned about the soccer football thing. You should’ve told me about that, sheesh.” I pointed out, shaking my head.

"Oh yeah. Sorry." Dad chuckled.

"Also, … we went to that ice cream parlor. Yeah, that same one you and mom went to." I sternly say, hinting at the history of my life that I was never told.

"Ahh. The ice cream shop. So many great memories, we have to stop by that place someday, I miss it." Dad smiled dreamily.

"Yeah, whatever. Is it accurate?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Is what true?” Dad questioned me.

"What the store manager told me. Was I actually born in that shop?" I asked again.

"Oh, yeah, Honey. Better in there than a car right?" Dad answered, trying to reason with me now.

"Just brilliant.” I sighed shaking my head, nothing I could do about it now.

That was followed by 30 minutes of silence, as my Dad and I attentively watched Spongebob Squarepants. Weird as it, it been a childhood tv show in my life which seemed to never get old, and I wish to keep it like that. Another tv show I loved as a little kid, according to my father, was Popeyes, haven’t watched a single show since I last can remember, though.

"Okay. Let's have dinner!" Mom announced, as we walked down the stairwell, freshened up and in a changed outfit. On the count of three, Dad and I raced to the dining table and plopped into our seats.

"Ha-ha! I won!" I cheered happily in my chair.

"It was just luck.” Dad sneered at me, playfully.

"Yeah sure." I laughed.

Mom took her seat between Dad and me, while Dad brought the dinner to the table.

“Tuna Cassorrorel, Family!” Dad announced, setting the dish in the center of the table. Mom served each of us a small portion of it.

"Well ... Let's see how this tastes ..." Mom suggested, staring down her food, just as Dad and I did.

"Altogether," I say, and in the count o three, all three of us put a spoon full of casserole into our mouths.

"Ugh!" Mom, dad and I exclaimed in unison, immediately spitting out our food. The food was absolutely horrible!

"Restaurant?" I asked.

"Definitely!" Mom exclaimed.

"I'll go grab the car keys," Dad declared, as everyone split to get dressed and into the car.

Destiny's outfit:


Mom's outfit:


Dad drove to the nearest restaurant, which happened to be, Prezzo – a casual Italian restaurant, my mother’s favorite place to eat when she was in high school. We laughed and chatted away about different topics as we ate our dinner. Mom mainly we on about my grandparents and Spain.

"We should bring my parents back here, oh they’ll love it so, so much,” Mom says dreamingly.

"Have you gone mad?" Dad exclaimed, "They probably still hate me!"

"Oh come on, David. They don’t hate you. They’ll grow really fond of you." Mom pleaded, "Destiny hasn’t even met them yet."

"Yes, she has. When she was born." Dad argued.

"... Born in the ice cream shop that is." I shyly said.

"Wait for what?" Mom exclaimed. "How did you know that?!"

“I told you this like barely an hour ago.” I point out.

“I thought I heard things. My goodness.” Mom sighed.

"Mr. William, the ice cream store manager, told her," Dad said.

"When did you go there?" Mom interrogated me.

"Today, this afternoon before you came home," I replied.

"With whom?" Mom continued.

"Harry, his friends, Elizabeth, Ally, Mable, and June," I answered.

"Oh. Did you know about this?" Mom asked Dad.

"Not until before dinner," Dad said, with a mouth full of food.

"I wanted to tell you." Mom sighed, as she played with her food.

"Oh. By the way, stay away from Harry and his friends. I don't like them." Dad sternly insisted.

"But why? They didn’t do anything." I questioned, astonished. Dad hasn’t ever said I couldn't be friends with certain people, before.

"Yeah why, he’s Annie kid." Mom grilled him, taking my side.

"The boys seem like bad news to me, that’s all." Dad shrugged, as he worked at his dish.

"You were bad news to everyone when we were their age, so don’t speak," Mom argued, making me giggle.

"Exactly why I’m saying it!” Dad insisted. Mom replied with a raised eyebrow and her arms folded in front of her. “Fine, but not too close," Dad sighs.

"Thanks, Daddy. So... Can grandma and grandpa come?" I asked.

"Destiny!" Dad exclaimed.

"Please!" I said, stretching the word. Soon mom joined me. Moments later, Dad seemed to have gotten fed up and gave in.

"Fine. We will bring grandma and grandpa here and live with us. The moment they become too much, straight to the senior’s home. Got it?" Dad sighed, sternly adding the last condition.

"You don’t mean that.” Mom asserted.

“Yes, I do.” Dad sternly says.

“Come on.” Mom claimed again, putting.

“Don’t test me. Faith.” Dad swore.

“Fine, fine!" Mom exclaimed.

“Yes!” I cheered, exchanging high fives with my mother.

"Can we please finished our dinner now?" Dad asked, chuckling, easing up. Mom and I nodded. Continuing our conversation on a new topic we finished up our dinner and drove back home. We finished our meal, then drove back home.

Getting back, we all changed into our pajamas. Setting up our sleeping bags in our rooms we slipped into our beds and dozed off.

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