The very first Speech story. Written for a Book Meme, the prompt was "My parents were not the type of people who went to bed at a regular hour."
Maybe because they were doctors. I remember waking up at three am once, wandering downstairs sullen because someone was playing the piano. It was Uncle Greg.
"It's late," I said.
Uncle Greg took his hands off the keys.
"So?"
"Where's Dad?" I asked.
"Asleep. In bed." This being back before I knew anything was different about my family and assumed all Uncles and Dads shared the same bed.
"It's late," I repeated. "Don't be so loud. No piano." I can't have been older then five.
"You're the boss, kid." He said, straight-faced.
And then he put me back to bed.