"Mom, what's for dinner?"
"Roasted Chicken and fish fillet- your father caught something big today."
The living room was lit with a fancy chandelier.
After complaining for years- Ariel had finally given in and allowed Edil to purchase this luxury.
"Are you really leaving tomorrow?" The little girl asked. "You know it's my birthday, right?" Grayish black hair, fair skin, slightly chubby cheeks; thirteen.
"I'm well aware-" He chuckled, sitting down.
One other person was already munching on some chicken thighs… secretly-
Sigh- sighed Ariel- pulling the man by his ear. "Darling, didn't I tell you to stop that?" She hissed with a smile.
"Hey, I'm not the only one!" The man, Edil, managed, pointing at the young man, who was doing the same-
"And where do you think Flint got that idea from?"
Yeah, he didn't have a comeback.
