"Rosa out now!" My parents unbuckle their seatbelts and I also do the same. I reach for the door handle to make my escape. "Wait! What do you think you are doing?"

"I'm getting out of the car like you instructed."

"No I clearly remember saying Rosa!! Dale stay inside the damn car! And I mean it!"

"Don't worry Dale we'll tell you what's going on when we get back. We only want to know what the police are doing here in the meantime you just stay here and keep yourself occupied. Don't go anywhere!!"

"Okay!" They don't all have to tell me the same thing.

My parents go to police. Ten minutes has passed and I'm really really getting bored of playing Rush.

"I wonder what they are talking about?" I'm curious now. Stop it Dale! I honestly need to stop with all these curiosities. I'll just take out my phone and text Julie that I'm not far from her street perhaps we might meet up or even hook up that will surely be a bonus point for me seeing that I'm not far from her house.

*Hey Julie, It's me Dale. Been wondering we you are! I'm on your street maybe we might chill. Text or call me as soon as you get this text, love Dale* message sent.

I return to my home screen then open my gallery and look at my old pictures, man I'm the worst at taking pictures I howl to myself. After a few minutes pass of me laughing at myself my phone vibrates. I really need to mature no wonder my parents reprimanded me like a child. Sometimes I feel bad for my parents. My mother said that I should not think about that anymore. What the heck let me just read Julie's message, sure hope I might get some good news.

*Hey Dale, hope you are having a great day. Unfortunately I am not at home. Sorry maybe next time. Love Julie*. Shucks I thought that I might hear some good news.

My stomach starts to crumple I'm hungry good thing my mom always keeps a small yogurt in her purse whenever we travel. She says it's hers but I know exactly that she carries it just for me. Where is her bag? My eyes head straight to the passenger's mat, it's not there, I scan the front seats but I can't see any stripes anywhere. Where could it be? I give up on my hunt and sit back, I see stripes. Found it! Behind the driver's seat. I go through her stuff.

"Found it horray, come here you...small recycled thing." I carefully tear off the piece of paper on the top. Oh shoot I don't have a spoon and I didn't see one when I was searching my mother's bag. Oh well I'll just go with the old fashion way. I begin to roll the paper that was sealing my yogurt in formation of a spoon. My mother raised a smart boy. I eat my tropical yogurt and it is devine. This temporary spoon of mine is not making it easy eating up the corners of my yogurt so I just use my index finger, by the time I finish my yogurt my mouth is mess. I wipe my mouth with my hand this yogurt is not coming off. Good thing my cellphone is next to me. I pick up my phone from the seat and hold it in front of me so I can get a better reflection of myself. I do just that and I successfully manage to clean my mouth.

Oh no! Looks like I'm not the only thing reflecting on my screen. This can't be. My gut is never wrong, so all this time the surly man was following me around. What would he possibly want from me? He has parked his car in front of the garage its just on the opposite lane & he is alone this time. He is wearing a black dureg, a black tshirt and black pants with Allstars, he went extremely Tupac's style. He is leaning against his black shiny vintage car and smoking a cigar. I don't think he sees me scowling at him.

"Sir. Sir. Can we see your certificate or anything that proves that you bought this garage?"

"Okay I heard you the first time, you know?" My father looks furious. His eyes are narrow he looks like his been scowling everyone.

"Dale could you grab the papers stamped with red ink inside the glovebox?"

I stretch across the seat to get to the glovebox. I place my hand on the passenger seat for balance and I use the other to reach out. Shit I hope my father does not see the yogurt on his seat he will literally lose it. I have been focusing on the surly man for a while that I forgot to clean my hands with a tissue. I know my mother always has those. While my father is not looking I try removing the stain using my shirt. Good thing his seats are made from leather.

I search the glovebox but I don't see anything stamped with red ink.

"Finding anything?" His patience is growing thin.

"Um.." I've been catch.

"Oh! Dale Mayfield! Whoa why...in my precious car?" He lifts his hands in frustration and threads through his hair. At least now I know where I got that habit from I shrug.

"Are you serious right now Frank? This is not the time to be shouting at Dale for accidentally spreading yogurt in the car." Damn I love this woman she always got my back.

"Yeah.. you are right."

"Good."

"Found them" my dad reach out for the papers to be handed to him.

"Thank you" he shows the policeman the papers and they all disappear again.

In that moment something hit me. I turn my back to the front. The car... is gone where did it go? What did it want? I rub my temples with my index fingers. I am going to go insane thinking of reasons on why that man was here. I close my eyes, after a few seconds I hear my father's voice saying 'thank you' he sounds joyous now.

I open my eyes. My father is leaning on the open window frame of the driver's door with his arms crossing each other.

"Get out" he is smiling. My father has the most beautiful smile.

"You not angry at me right?"

"Maybe a little but they aren't any odds that a compassionate family cannot defy together." And in that second, it hit me that something as encompassing as love is beyond me. It is moments like these that make me realise how significant family is. How free the best things in life are just by saying the small and simplest amusing words or the smiles being shared. My family is incredible our love triangle is one of those that no human nor the heaviest money can break apart. I feel the whole zoo in my stomach now.

"Come on man, get out" that's my cue to make my escape.

"Come here" my mom gives my father a tight hug. Indeed men do change for only that one specific woman. To only think of all the things my father used to do before me, before my mother. I swear no one guaranteed that one day my father would be a dad. That he would be standing before me giving me advice to be the best version of myself. This man standing in front of me is my hero not just only for being there for all those terrible years but for also rebuilding my mother's heart bit by bit on aches weighing on one leg. He was there even in his self recovery he was here, present by my mother's side. We stood beside each other and never lost hope. In the good and bad time we moved, through the alcohol calls we passed. My father survived, he didn't do it alone my mom helped a lot. After the miscarriage my mother had their love grew stronger than ever. After Phoebe died things automatically went dawn, that was the saddest and hardest time that my parents have ever been challenged with. Their love story is a very touching one, it taught me that it takes a lot of courage to own up to your mistakes. My parents indeed lived to tell a story.

I find it amusing because they still think that I don't know their love book. Well I heard everything starting from how they met and the obstacles they had to overcome to be together, last night when they came home for their date night when they kissed me goodnight and thought I was asleep meanwhile I was in actual fact laughing in my flake off.