Spencer

I wake up and my room smells like pasta. I get up and open the door and realize the hallway also smells like pasta, which must mean, Dad is home. I literally jump both stair cases, he has to be home, because mom and good cooking don’t really mix well, actually the only thing mom mixes well with now is Ben and work. Yeah Dad found out, but he and mom are trying to figure it out, and I guess you can say they’re trying.

I rush into the kitchen to find dad cooking spaghetti, mmm, so delicious. I decide to just start up a conversation, but first with the compliments.

“Mmm, smells very good dad.” I walk up to him and kiss him on the cheek and give him a big hug. He looks at me weird and gives me his infamous kiss on the forehead and returns my greeting with an always welcome, “Hey hunny.”

“Nothing dad was just finishing up some homework, and how was your day.” I give him my best smile but trying not to sound to anxious. But apparently it didn’t work that well, not well at all.

“What do you want me to do?” I laugh at his comment, thinking to myself just how good he is at reading people, especially at reading his own kids, god are parents just like given the power to read their kids.

“Can’t a daughter just ask her father how his day was without wanting something?” I smirk at my clever question that questioned his question. I laugh at the over usage of the word question in my head. And he looks at me once again, and I can tell he has another question to question the question that I questioned his question with. He laughs, and responds.

“Yes a normal daughter could do that, but I know you, you must forget that you are my daughter, you’re a Carlin, so once again, what do you want? You want money?” I laugh at his comment.

“I’m your daughter, not your son dad” I chuckle and so does he, and I tell him about where I want to go and why and then I tell him about my ‘conversation’ I had earlier with mom. I tell him everything, the smallest detail was told to him, because if he was going to fix it her needed every detail. He listened intently as I spoke and sighed as I finished.