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So we are sitting in some random house, looking at some random diagram of a house, listening to some random lady talking about "slice of the American dream." I can tell my dad is not so happy being here, either, or is he nervous? Oh well, either way I'm stuck in this boring situation.

"I got a question about the trees," my mom started asking. Why does she want to know about the trees? "It's been my personal dream to cut down my own Christmas tree-"What the hell mom? "-and do they come in different colors-"seriously? "-obviously we are extending our family and I have a great sense that it might be a girl."

I guess this all started when my Aunt Kendra came over for Sunday brunch. My cousins: the Guardi triplets; were running around the whole apartment, not eating, shredding our pillows, I mean how can they keep calm during this chaos? Luckily I took an Advil before they came. I had to babysit them a lot in the past, but I am not used to them.

"I just don't understand where you're going to put the nursery," My Aunt Kendra stated to my mom.

My mom replied with: "I know right?"

"We have a second bedroom," my dad said, looking annoyed. I laugh a little. Like you can't really blame him can you?

"No, Terri, you cannot give up your craft room," Aunt Kendra protested. "A mother needs her respite. That craft room is the only thing that's going to keep you from going all Susan Smith on that little angel." Then she turns to my dad and says: "Post-partum runs in our family." Then my Uncle Phil gets up from the table, which causes my Aunt Kendra to stare at him and asks: "Where do you think you're going?"

Nervously, my uncle replies "The bathroom. All that bran-"

"No, you can't, Kyle needs his inhaler." He sat back down.

***Back to present time***

"This banner was made my Ecuadorian children," the lady said. Really this is a weird person.

"This sounds great, Terri," My dad told my mom. "But there are nine foreclosures on our street. Why not try those?"

"I'm not raisin our baby in a used home," She replied. "They're not clean. Look at this sun nook isn't it beautiful?" It was.

"Is it extra?" my dad asks nervously.

"The price in the brochure is for the basic model, everything else is a la carte," The lady said. "The grand foyer is an extra 14,000; and the sun nook is an extra 24." My dad put his hand on his forehead and looked frustrated. "I'll let you two talk." She then walked off.

"We can't afford this, Ter," my dad had said.

"We already did the math, Will," My mom said. "All we need to do is give up Applebee's and not run the AC for the first couple of summers."

"But I love Applebee's," I protested.

"Well we can't afford it."

"Well we obviously can't afford the sun nook or the grand foyer, if we bite off more we can chew, we'll lose everything. We need to pick one." He said.

"Come here, I got something to show you." We then walked into some pink bedroom with a sign that says "A Princess Sleeps Here".

"This is where our daughter or gay son will sleep-"I rolled my eyes, my dad nudges me. I smiled. "-I was thinking we could put one of those small pianos in here and you guys can play songs for me."

"That's great; Terri, but we still can't afford everything."

"It's my very own Sophie's Choice." My mom put her hand on her heart and looked hurt. My dad rolled his eyes and I nudged him. He smiled.

"Fine," my mom finally says. "I'm going to give up the grand foyer for the sun nook, but I need the polish door handles." My dad sighed. "Think of our future, Will."

"Let's go sign those papers," My dad kissed mine and my mom's head.

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