As if they hadn't been gloomy just a while back, my parents were suddenly giddy, like actual children.
"Honey, it has long been ready! We could've started ages ago!"
My mom said, a hand on her cheek, trying to control her glee.
Honestly, it was scary. She's very happy and excited, like we weren't talking about disintegrating empires.
"But Dad, are you sure about this?" I had to ask because, for better or for worse, my Dad was a Thornhill. Unlike me, he grew up rather cherished in that family.
"I'm even more determined than the two of you." He assured us, a foreboding look on his face. A look that he often had when he recalled how his loved ones suffered because of money.
"All of this stemmed from their unending greed. Now let's see what happens when there's nothing to fight over with."
