Anna stormed into the living room, her footsteps echoing off the walls as she searched for her parents. Her father was seated on the couch, reading the newspaper, while her mother was in the kitchen, humming a tune as she bustled about.
"Daddy, Mommy!" Anna cried out, her voice shrill and urgent. "We need to talk."
Her father's eyebrows furrowed as he looked up from the newspaper, while her mother came rushing into the living room, a worried expression on her face.
"What's wrong, my child?" her father asked, his voice full of concern.
"Anna love, thought you were supposed to be at your cousin's house?" Her mother asked, wiping her hands with a towel.
"F**k that mother f**Ker mom!" Anna snapped.
Her mother and father's eyes opened in awe at her outburst.
"Anna!" her father exclaimed, his voice stern and disapproving. "Watch your language in this house. I won't tolerate that kind of disrespect."
