(Sorry about it, but… this would be a shorter chapter, but… WOOHOOOH, I made the first zero :D! Chapter teen, hell yeah XD! Where did the guitar solo go? Oh well, chapter teen appears here, and eh… it's crappy. Sorry. But at least a bit cute, eh? Or not? Oh, you decision. I would just stop talking random now, lol sorry!)
Weekend! I had gained a lot of experience through the week, s I were happy that I could get some time to relax a little. I talked a lot to my parents what had happened, what I normally didn't do to them. But I was so happy here; I felt that I had to spread out the news. I didn't hope I were boring them or annoyed them, but I just had to talk with them about every detail that had happened. "I said look out Vlad, but he didn't saw the ladybird, so he stepped on it. He looked like he had bad confidence, it were just so cute! Then we buried the ladybird, and made a graveyard for it. We were kind of invited to play football once, but Vlad didn't wanted to, so we couldn't do that, but that were fine for me, because my foot actually were a bit hurt, so…" I think I might talk even more than my mom was used to do. I just couldn't stop myself! "Why not talk a little to your dad about that now honey? I am sure he would be interested to listen." My mom giggled while baking some bread. "I heard that!" My dad growled, and made my mom laugh. Now I bet it was me that was entertainment, without really trying.
Later in the afternoon, I crawled up to my dad's lap, while he was watching television. I studied his clear purple eyes, with his black bang repulsed. I found my dad beautiful, and understood why my mother had fallen in love with this man. "Daddy?" I asked. He mumbled something that I couldn't understand, but I took it as a yes. "Why do you have purple eyes? Is that normal?" He looked down at me, as he sends a little grin. "Honey, I have purple eyes because my dad had. And he had got it from his dad. That had gained it from his mom. It's just run in the family. But you're right, it isn't quite normal, is it? When I was at your age, I got bullied with it and they called me alien. It didn't changed the way I looked, and it didn't change that I was still proud of them. I think you should be proud at your eyes too, as I was at mine." He answered, as he patted my head.
"We are unique, right?" I asked with a huge smile. It made my dad laugh at little. "Yeah, we are! But if you look closely enough on every people, they are unique too! No one are like each other, even twins are different! They might act a lot like each other or look much like each other, but they would never be the same. That's why we should give all people around us respect.", "I also respect you a lot dad!", "And I respect you honey… Even though you can be a silly head and run away from home now and then.", "And I respect that you easily can get mad, because that's just how you are unique!" Then we both laughed, as he gave me a hug. Why wasn't he like this all the time? If he just were laughing and silly like that more often, I didn't though that it would matter with his angry reactions now and then. But I respected him.