I smelled the yummy cooking of steak and rice.
"Dinner!" Mother called to me. "Get it while it's hot!"
Hot.
"Coming!" I put my phone down. Sara texted me that we'll go shopping tomorrow, after school.
I reached the bottom of the stairs. "Hi." I said this to both of my parents.
Mom gave me a plate of steak and rice.
"You're favorite, honey."
It was my favorite.
My parents sat down. They looked worried.
I just took my first spoonful of rice.
"Ginger." said Mom.
"Yea?" My mouth was full of food.
"You say it, Bob." Mom said. "I can't."
Dad sighed.
"You're...Ginger...we...aren't your parents."
