Theron’s Point of View

The smell of freshly fried eggs and sausages hit my nose as I stepped into the dining, my parents were seated having a small conversation as they ate.

My eyes flickered towards the farthest end of the table where my plates have been set out.

“Good morning, Father and Mother.” I say as I pulled out a chair for myself at the table. They didn’t notice me until I spoke and almost immediately the conversation died.

It was pretty early in the morning, and my very ...