The morning Phil Dunphy's life changed forever was just like any other sunny summer morning in July. He hadn't the faintest notion that something would happen to disturb the peace in his life, little somethings rippling bigger and bigger until one day he'd look back and think, what an important day.
On that particular day, however, he knew nothing of such things. He cluelessly plunged deeper into his own doom. The path was lit with sunshine, yellow daisies speckling his field of vision. He was after all a realtor closing a good house sale. He had every reason to be joyful that morning. He hadn't the slightest clue that he had just performed the act that would cause everything to change.
Phil Dunphy had sold the house next door to a Mr. and Mrs. Olivine. They had one daughter, who appeared to be about fourteen years old. She was a short, chubby thing. She wore all black, a black tank top, a black tutu skirt freckled with glitter, black and gray striped leggings, and black converse. She shook her head so that her blond bangs fell into her face. She was plenty polite and spoke clearly, but her large, friendly smile didn't quite meet her nervous eyes.
Poor anxiety ridden Coffee, her name was. She couldn't make eye contact even though she quite liked the realtor, his honest warmth and his silly puns.
"I was craving coffee my entire pregnancy," Mrs. Olivine had recalled with such humor in her voice, her tale dissippeared amidst chortles. "But every time I managed to sneak a sip, I would get horrible diarrhea."
She tilted her head back and laughed heartily at her tale. Coffee laughed, too, but her eyes were downcast as she stared through her blond bangs. Her cheeks glowed rosy pink. Her mother was embarrassing her. She didn't want the only thing Phil Dunphy to think about be diarrhea whenever they saw one another. That would be horrible. She was sure to see him again, since they were now neighbors.