broken soul

I sigh as I waited for mom and dad to finish preparing so we can leave because am more than eager to leave. I smile when I saw them descending from the stairs holding hands and looking breath taking, my mum is beautiful with brown almost black eyes,black hair and plump pink lips. she is half caste (black American), while my dad is white, he have blue eyes and brown hair he is handsome.they smile at me when they reach the end of the stairs "sorry sweetie we make you wait, your dad won't get out of the bathroom and we had a hard time finding his cuff links "mum said looking at me appologetically "wow I was done before you, you were the one that spend hours applying make up "dad replied frowning a bit but I could see the love he have for her in his eyes because when ever he look at my mum his eyes twinkle with admiration and love. "I was... "my mum began but I cut her off "mum place let just go it already 4"i said because if they start their banter we will never reach on time "OK but pictures first it's not everyday that my girl turn 16"mum said smiling while I groan. dad brought the camera and after what felt like eternity they finished taking the picture and we left. sometimes I wonder how this two are my parent the were childhood best friend before they got married but the point is they are so beautiful while am anything but beautiful. I turn 16 today and I pursued my parents to have a family dinner with me at the new Italian restaurant ,I hate those stupid birthday parties where you end up inviting your enemy thinking he or she is a friend. I prefer a family dinner just the three of us .At first mum was against the idea she said I should celebrate my sweet sixteen birthday with my friends and then we can have the dinner a day after, but I refuse .during the ride to the restaurant my mom kept rambling about how she can't wait to get back home and watch the picture we took together, she said she is going to enlarge some and put them on the walls. I tried to drown their conversation by putting on my head phones but what I forgot to mention is my mum is extremely loud when it comes to talking she is bubbly and always active. And she have that confident aura around her that scream respect where ever she goes . we arrived at the restaurant and sat down while waiting for the waiter ."so crystal you are already 16,when will you introduce your boyfriend to us"my mom ask and I roll my eyes "mum I told you I don't have a boyfriend "I said "OK sweetie am just saying.. " luckily for me the waiter brought our food at that moment saving me from whatever mom wanted to say. I moan in approval when my mouth tastes the food "so sweetie am just saying I met your dad when I was 7 and we became friends "and here she goes I sigh I have heard the story of how my mum met my dad more than 100 time it is my bed time story every day, I know the story to the extent that I can recite it in my sleep "my mum brought to the park then went to talk to a friends, I started playing by myself self and I fall down and bruised my knee "she said looking at dad with love "yeah then dad help you up and clean your wounds ,then gave you a chocolate bar when you started crying and then you became friends blah blah blah, you went to same high school and got lucky to get admitted in same college and then another blah blah blah he confessed his love to you and here you are. mom I know the story no need to tell me again " I said rolling my eyes "yeah you do but you forgot the part where he fought with a guy that kissed me at eleven grade during seven minutes in heaven "my mum added smilling probably remembering those memories .while I shrugged "so mum what am I supposed to do go to a park and bruise my knee then start crying waiting for my knight in shining armor to come and help up then give chocolate "I ask looking at her while my dad chuckled " may be it might work "my mum said shrugging "oh come on mum am not 7 am 16 remember I can't just go to the park and start crying that will not attract a lover that will only attract an amused stranger" "you don't have to go to the park"my mom started but my dad cut her off "honey maybe you should let her make her own love story it may not be in the park maybe it might be in the bar or .." "dad"i groan burying my face in my palm "we are her for a family dinner let talk about something else and eat"i said picking my spoon again "ok" and with that my mum get off my case and started telling dad about the promotion email she received yesterday while I turned out their conversation and brought out my phone to check my messages. I got a few happy birthday and busied my self with replying them with heart or tnx