Dear diary,
My first day at school went by way better than expected. I can't really say that I enjoyed it, I was too tensed for it, but I didn't want to run away at all. And I'm not scared to go there again.
Okay, okay, I'm still scared, but just a tiny bit, so that doesn't even count.
Maybe I was just focusing on all the bad stuff. I should have been more positive. We're living in the 21.century after all, you can't really expect people to not like you because of your hair or style.
God, I'm really stupid sometimes. But who isn't, right?
Aaaaah, there is so much I want to write, but I just can't seem to find the right words.
Well, I'm lying. I'm just lazy. Handwriting isn't really my thing…

After my dad finished the cake, we decided to not eat it yet, so he can show it to mum.

He was so proud of himself.

After we cleaned the kitchen we sat on the sofa in our huge living room. I took the remote and after a while of thinking, I knew exactly what I wanted to watch.

Grown ups.

"Oh my goodness, I love that movie. Now I'm 111% sure that you're my daughter. And even if you're not, I don't care. If my daughter doesn't love Grown ups, I don't want her," my dad announced. I started laughing.

Have I ever mentioned how hilarious my dad is sometimes? Well, I'm pretty sure I did, but I'm saying it again, and I'm not gonna reason it. And I'm pretty sure I'm gonna say it a lot more times, so prepare for it.

" I know right? If I didn't like them, I wouldn't want to be your daughter. You're basically one of them" I respond, but my eyes were glued to the screen.

"Totally. I still can't believe I didn't get a role in it…" Now, he pretended to be sad. VERY SAD.

And yeah, my dad auditioned for a role in Grown ups.

They said that they'll call him but they never called.

He says that it's their loss.

I think he's right.

" Yeah, life can be rough. But don't you know something is missing?" I looked at him sideways. "Hmmmm, what do you mean?" He looked at me too. "I don't know, maybe something white, a bit salty, something that looks like little clouds and tastes like a circus?"

  "Yeah, but it's your turn now, so if you want it, go and make some." He turned me down.

My own dad doesn't want to make me popcorn.

What a tough life am I living…

No worries, I'm not giving up yet. "Daaaaaaaad, pleaaaaaaaase !" I said and looked at him with my puppy eyes.

If this won't work, then nothing will.

"You sneaky little bas… Take a deep breath, Michael, you can't call your daughter a bastard!" after that, he remained silent for a few seconds, and then he continued. "My dear only daughter, my favorite daughter of all my daughters, please, I tried so hard with that cake, so now, please stand up, go to the kitchen, and make us a bowl of popcorn. We both know it's your turn now, so even your puppy eyes are not gonna work this time. Understood? "

" Okaaay."  I stood up and made my way to the kitchen. It's gonna take me a whole eternity to find something here.

When I finally found the popcorn, I placed it on the microwave and waited.

My eyes landed on the cake.

I couldn't help but smile again. He tried really hard. He had no reason to do that, but he still did. I bet it took him the whole day. And there I am, complaining about making some popcorn, that's gonna take like 2 minutes.

What an ungrateful child am I.

The microwave informed me that our snack is done with a loud ringing sound.

I hate the person who invented that.

One day, I'm gonna buy myself a microwave that will play Stairway to heaven intro instead of that ringing.

I tore the bag and sniffed it. I usually manage to burn the popcorn, but this time it turned out pretty well.

That was unexpected.

Okay, now I only have to find the bowl.

Yes, I have a special bowl for my popcorn which no-one can use. Just me and my popcorn.

3 MINUTES.

It took me 3 damn minutes to find the bowl. I was so happy that I didn't notice that now when I didn't burn half of the bag, it's definitely not gonna fit into the bowl. Half of the popcorn ended up on all over the kitchen.

Remember when I said that this day is better then I expected? I was wrong…

" I'm hoooooomeeeeeeee!" And now even my mom is home! Great! She'll see this mess I made!

" Aila, what are you doing?" She asked when she entered the kitchen.

"Ughh, nothing much. I was just making some popcorn and I made some more than usual so I thought I can share some with our kitchen. Is there something wrong about it?" I responded and rolled my eyes.

" Honey, I don't think our kitchen likes popcorn. Our kitchen is more into detergents, so next time try to surprise it with some," She sounded so serious that for a while I forgot that she can be just as sarcastic as me.

" And what is this?" she asked, pointing at the cake.

" Well, that's a cake that dad baked for me. We waited for you so we could eat it together," I explained.

" That's so sweet of him! I'm just wondering how is that possible that this house is not on fire,"

" Girls! You're underestimating me! I can manage to bake a cake. It just needed a little help from Google. I wanted to call my mum and ask her for help, but the timezones ruined my plan. And I didn't want to call your other grandma, because… Well, we all know that her relationship with modern technology isn't the best," he said as he made his way to the kitchen.

Then he wrapped one arm around mom and kissed her on the top of her head. She leaned onto him and intertwined their fingers. They seemed so happy together. That's exactly what I want to feel one day.

" So, what are we waiting for? Let's dig into that cake!"

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"Uhmmm, dad? What did you put into it?" I asked after I took the first bite.

"Well, I don't really know. But it tastes like shit, " he said and looked at the cake with disgust written all over his face.

"Mike! Watch your mouth! " mom schooled him. As you can see, she really hates when he curses around me.

"Well, sorry babe, but you have to admit that it really tastes like something that's coming from your butt when you push." I saw my mother's cheeks redden when he called her "babe". Funny that she blushed because of the name and not because of the fact that dad was talking about poop.

"Yeah, it does… At least it looks good. Luckily we took a bunch of photos…"

It was cute how my dad was completely okay with the fact that his masterpiece tastes like… Well, you know… Meanwhile, mother was sad.

"I have an idea. Let's go somewhere to really celebrate Aila's first day. We can get some normal to eat, or we can go to the cinema. Wait. No. First, we'll get something to eat, then we can go to IKEA and buy something for Aila's new build in closeth that she was talking about, and then we can go to the cinema. Do you agree? " dad announced. I quickly nodded.

" Aila, didn't you have lunch at school? "

" Yeah, I did, but I'm still a bit hungry. " I turned away before she could see my face and discover that I'm lying.

I mean, I did go to the cafeteria, but I only lasted like 5 minutes because Marie had to take care of something and I didn't want to be there on my own for a long time. Also, we spent the lunch break on the tour, so I had to hurry with my lunch and I ended up eating only half of it.

"Okay then, let's go."

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And just like that, we spend the rest of the day together, having fun and acting like a normal family.

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A/N - Another chapter, in which you got a little bit if Aila's parents. I know that I made them, but I still think that they are so cute 🥺🥺
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