Four adults sat in the room, looking at us for a brief moment before returning to the matter of the broken glass that shattered from the cup dropping to the ground.

"Mom! Don't move, let me get it! Meet your grand kids." Mom ushered the shocked woman away from the glass that lay on the hardwood floor and left to another room. I guess mom didn't tell anyone we were coming, or maybe everyone forgot? More likely the first one. Everyone in the room looked like our mom with the russet color skin, dark and eyes. The older couple shared more similarities with our mom. She shared the same nose with the man and the eyebrows of the woman.

"Cassandra!" The man, I assumed was her father, exclaimed. He glanced over to Cameron and me with wide eyes. Did mom ever tell them about us? The look on his face said the answer to that was a big no. "Grandchildren? You never told us about you having kids. They look nothing like you…"He trailed off looking at his wife who stared at us just like he had been.

The two other people in the room watched awkwardly, clearly not expecting a family reunion to happen out of the blue like this.

"Oh yes, well I have been rather busy with school and work." She answered, coming back from what I assumed was the kitchen with a broom and dustpan. "Cameron, Coraline, meet your grandparents." Mom introduced. I inched closer to my brother, our shoulders almost touching. It was an awkward moment in time, it was as if no one knew what to say. I gave a brief wave and watched as the old man stood up slowly. He made his way closer to us as we just stood there like statues. We were never ones for meeting new people. I was bad at keeping conversation while Cameron just didn't like social interaction very much. This move was a great idea, sarcasm noted.

Our grandfather reached up and scanned over our faces as if trying to find some similarities between him and us. He soon understood we weren't related by blood and turned around to face his wife. Mom had thrown the glass away and came over to her father. He looked down slightly at her, him only being a few inches taller than her, and they had a small stare competition.

"You adopted?" He asked, making a quick glance back to me and my brother. I gripped Cameron's arm lightly and averted my eyes to a random flower that a vase on the coffee table held.

Mom nodded her head, "I did, yes. This is Cameron," She motioned to the paler boy. "And this is Coraline." She moved her arm to me. Neither of us said anything, not really quite sure on what we were supposed to do. "They're twins." She stated the obvious.

Our grandmother gave us a warm smile after the initial shock and moved next to her husband. "It's great to meet you both. I'm sure you know that your mother is our only child so her having, well taking in, two kids quite a shock to us." She explained. I felt Cam's body tense when she said "take in", he hated when anyone said our mom "took us in." making it sound like we were stray dogs that a kind person had let live with them out of pity.

"It's nice to meet you." I said quietly, not really wanting to break the awkwardness in the air, but the look in our mom's eyes was telling me to say something. I squeezed my brother's arm, urging him to follow in suit and say something, anything.

"Hello." He said rather formally, it was almost as if someone was holding a gun to his head. He kept his body tense and I kept my grip on his arm, wishing I could hide behind him and make him talk more. The only reasons I didn't was that one; it would look weird and two; I'm sure mom wouldn't be too happy if I was rude to her parents.

"We should probably get going. We'll see you two at the bonfire Friday night?" One of the people who eventually stood up from watching this meeting asked towards our grandparents.

"Oh right!" Grandma exclaimed. "I forgot all about it, we'll be there." She replied, watching as the two guests left the house. Her attention was brought back onto the situation at hand and turned towards her daughter. "Can we talk in the kitchen? You, me and your father?" She asked, motioning towards the room mom got the broom, ha I was right about that. "You two, make yourself at home. Please, sit."

Cameron and I made our way to the tan colored couch and sit rather stiffly, watching as mom left with her parents. "They seem nice." I stated quickly, looking into the brown eyes of my brother. He slumped against the couch when they finally got into the kitchen.

"Did they? Her dad didn't look too happy about his daughter coming here with two kids with her." He replied, looking around the room.

"He's probably just shocked." I stated, watching his face change as he tried to think of something to say.

"You come home without even a phone call?" We heard grandpa question. "And you bring two kids with you? You've brought them into the secret of the Quileute people?" Cameron and I looked at each other with furrowed brows.

"Look dad, they've grown up with the legends, it's all they know." Mom explained, sounding calm.

"What were you thinking taking in twins at your age? You're not even married! Do you even have a steady job?" Her dad asked with a demanding tone lingering in his voice. Cameron stiffed once more that the being "taken in" was said again.

"Those two are special, they're not like other kids. I needed to adopt them, I know what they need." The man scoffed.

"Dear your father just wants what best for you. You're our only child and you're our daughter. You were always your father's little girl and he just worries about you. He has been even more ever since you left." Her mom tried to justify her husband's action.

Mom emerged from the kitchen and back into the room, "Come on you two, we need to get unpacked." I watched grandma stare at her daughter from the archway of the kitchen, grandpa was nowhere to be seen.

Cameron and I stood up and followed mom out of the house and back into the car. The drive was silent as Cameron and I thought it would be best for mom to clear her thoughts and let her think.