As expected, the brothers didn't respond to Mom's questions; they left the ward, leaving her slightly confused.
"I told you not to say it," Dad complained when they left, but Mom didn't look pleased.
I spent the next twenty hours sleeping; after my discharge, my parents escorted me to the mansion.
It was their first time here.
"Woah, this house is so grand," Mom complimented the designs while Dad stayed quiet. When we reached my room, Mom began to examine every nook and cranny.
"This flower vase shouldn't be here. This TV is too high; the bed should be closer to the wall." She kept pointing out different things.
My parents left early the next day; they wanted to give me space so I could prepare for school.
But I don't think I'm ready for school yet; I want to sleep. Can't I resume next week? It's almost the weekend.
A knock came at the door.
"The brothers want you in the dining room," a maid announced.
Oh, it's time for breakfast.
