**Gabriel**
I sat at the table looking at my mother and father. I wasn't going to abandon her to deal with this new part of her life. I sat at the table with my hands folded together.
"You don't seem to understand how training will change you?" I looked between them and tried my best to keep my calm. Yelling would get me nowhere.
"No. You don't seem to understand...it's more than just a silly school fling," Mom stood and looked from me to the couch.
"There's no way...Michael..." She turned to my father with a look of fear in her eyes. He looked at me closer and I didn't understand what the problem was.
"We can discuss it more once she speaks to her parents. She has a lot to ask, and no use in worrying ourselves for something that may not come to pass."
"Is anyone going to explain?"
"Later." He winced slightly and I felt a deep sense of pride come through me.
"She's struggling isn't she." He looked to me with his eyes narrowed.
