We walked into the luxurious restaurant with glimmering chandeliers hanging effortlessly from a small pole. In one corner was a giant bar area with velvet swivel chairs. On the wall was almost every drink you could imagine. Some old guys sat there; we always avoided them. Then there was the restaurant portion with glimmering paintings and fancy food wooden chairs. On each modern table, there was a stack of small plates, along with silverware neatly wrapped in napkins. In the middle of each table was a small, lit candle that provided a slight bit of light. I took off my coat as we walked up to the women.

“A table for four please,” my mother politely told the women. 

“Right this way,” she replied, a small notebook clasped in her left hand. 

We followed her as we walked into a unique part of the restaurant. This part was more private. Unique flower arrangements we’re in each corner, along with a corresponding vase that sat on a wooden table. She led us to a small booth decorated with floral arrangements scattered around the table. Me and my sister slid in on one side, while my mom and dad slid in on the other.

“I’ll be back with you shortly,” the waitress said, swiftly turning around toward the other pat of the restaurant.

“They must’ve added this part recently,” my sister said, stuffing a packet of sugar in her complimentary water.

“Yeah, I’ve never been back here, but it’s really nice,” my mom commented.

“So, what have you kids been up to?” My dad asked.

My dads hair was starting to bald, and his mustache was plagued with small white hairs. My mom almost had grey highlights in her hair, and she was starting to get more defined wrinkles.

“There was something I’ve been meaning to tell you guys,” my sister says, letting us wait in anticipation. “I’m having a baby!”

My parents didn’t seem as excited as I thought they would. I had already known about Lilys baby coming (Lily’s my sister). My mom just clapped and chuckled a little, while my dad nodded sarcastically.

“Haha, good one Lily!” My mom laughed, almost falling out of her chair

I bet you could hear her from the other side of the restaurant.

“No, I’m serious,” Lily exclaimed.

“Oh,” my dad blurted out, his expression changing.

“Are you not proud of me?” Lily asked, slightly saddened.

“Of course we are, me and your father just think you’re a little young—I mean, you just turned 21, and you moved into your new house 6 months ago,” my mom stated.

“The longer I wait, the less time I’ll be able to do it, I thought you guys would be more excited,” Lily stated.

“We are, but don’t you think it’s a little early, that Ollie guy your dating is a little sketchy,” my dad pointed out.

“You guys just don’t like him because he’s 4 years older than me, and I like him,” my sister continued.

“Yeah, and we don’t want you hanging out with guys that might get you into trouble, that’s all,” my mom said.

“Your just saying that because he has 3 tattoos,” Lily argued.

“Ok, let’s not get into that,” my dad said, chuckling.

Both my parents didn’t really like tattoos, they never had, that’s why when I turned 18 they wouldn’t let me. Now that I have my own house I plan to do the opposite.

The waitress came by and ordered our drinks, then proceeded to ask us what we wanted to eat. I wanted a steak, my sister just wanted a salad (because she’s vegan), and my mom and dad wanted a ribeye. The waitress slinked away out of our room, and after a lot of arguing between my sister and my mother, the waitress delivered our food. 

My steak was almost perfectly cooked, and the slight char to it added a little crunchiness. I  devoured my steak, and I had already eaten about half when I noticed him. He looked like he came from the bar section. He had a long, shaggy white beard and looked to be homeless but he had 100 dollar bills sticking out of his pockets. He quickly moved past our table, holding something. I swear I could see him pour a little of a substance into my steak. It looked like salt seasoning my steak. I looked at my parents, but they had been engrossed in another conversation with each other.

“Why aren’t you eating Carlos,” my mother said.

“I’m full,” I quickly said, trying to avoid the question.

“No you’re not, you only ate half, come on, eat up,” my dad urged. 

“No no, I think I’m good,” I said.

My mother and father continued to bicker. Then my sister stuffed a piece of steak in my mouth. My heart beat faster, and soon colors distorted. I almost choked on the big piece. My world suddenly titled and my vision became increasingly blurred. I stared at them with anger brewing in my body. Then, my bones stiffened. With a sudden motion, my face instantly met the carpet…