Whilst reaching to the top of the breakfast shelf for a bowl I heard someone plodding heavily down the stairs, most likely because of a hangover. I grabbed a cup while at the cupboard and filled it with cold water, I turned to see which of my parents was making an appearance and saw my father, he looked tired, of course, but, for recently making a "big discovery" looked less excited than I would have expected. I handed him the water, condensation dripping down the body of the cup.
" so do you have any news to share?" I asked, eyeing him suspiciously. Rather than saying anything he picked up a TV remote from the counter and flicked on the news, though turning down the volume after squinting at the height of it. The TV blared out " Amazing new discovery of element, cogitationis, which is Latin for- reflection. Tell me Mike, is that coincidence?
No Tara, certainly not, you see this element is found only in things that reflect, like a mirror for example.
Right, Mike, what about scrunched up tinfoil?
No, for some reason it must reflect, even if it has previously."
My Dad looked back to me, he had a look if pride in one eye, a look of shame in the other.