"Hey baby girl! Is your mom home yet?" My dad asked.

"No, she went to pick up some foodstuffs," Vicky replied.

"Okay, I'll be in my study," He said as he quickly made his way past the doorway, toward the second stairway, and I heard him go upstairs.

About a half hour later, my step-mom got home with the food. We never ate together as a family, we were about as dysfunctional as we could be, but I didn't complain about that fact. Most of the time, I Will just eat in my room ...