"You didn't tell me what's wrong yet." My mother narrowed her eyes at me when I was done having my breakfast, "You said you will tell me when I get home but then you were already in your slumberland when we arrived" She went on, shaking her head.
"I said the supermarket wasn't exactly a great place to have that conversation," I reminded her, "I didn't agree to talk about that"
My father looked between me and my mother, clearly having no idea about what we were talking about, "What is wrong?" My father asked, "Am I missing out on something? Is something wrong?" He asked us.
"Um, yeah." My mother nodded her head at him, "Where is the fourth person who always had breakfast with us?" My mother asked my father, watching him try to connect the dots.
My father thought about it for a while, "
