Family Christmas
Old Fiat
I am again using first names to avoid confusion. This warning is automatically put in other chapters WITH OUT me writing it.
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The Oishis
Shuichiro stared at the ceiling. He watched as his room became illuminated every time a car drove by. The light faded in, bathing the room in white-golden light, then faded, leaving it soft and blue-gray. He reached for his alarm clock and looked at the time. 4:07 am, any minute now he would hear the shouts of his little sister and the groans of his father.
He waited, but no shouts came. He could hear the click as someone unlocked the front door. He could hear the door shut and someone creeping down the hallway.
Shuichiro sat up. Had someone broken in the house? He opened his door; he could see the slim silhouette of a woman. He stepped out of his room and crept up behind her. He hand grabbed her shoulder, but suddenly she had him in a lock.
His hands were held up on his higher back. "Ahh-!" he gasped.
"Shuichiro!" the grip was loosened and he turned to see his mother. "I am so sorry!"
"Mum!" he wrapped his arms around his mother and lifted her up a little. "You're back…"
There was a crash as two bedroom doors opened suddenly, quickly and at the same time. His father was the first one out, joining the hug. Then his little sister followed, hyper on Christmas excitement. They all went into the living room.
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