"Pass me the plates and you take the cutlery," Kizzy, my younger sister said as we entered the kitchen.
Mom was almost finished with her famous spaghetti and meatball combo. Dad was on a business trip and wouldn't be back in three months. He had opened another branch of his business in another country and he was overseeing that everything was finalized with his new location before coming home.
Mom plated the food and placed it on the table,"Ok, girls it's time to dig in."
"Mom, did you add something else to the recipe? It's different." I placed another bite into my mouth.
"Different good or different bad?"
"I'm not sure yet," I said as I chewed slower trying to see if I could figure out what the extra ingredient was.
Kizzy stuffed more food into her mouth, "I don't know what you're complaining about, it tastes the same to me."
I laughed, "That's because you have the palate of a five year old."
My life with my family is usually like any other family, normal, but the upcoming months things took a strange turn.
Over the next couple of weeks, Kizzy played in her soccer tournaments. She was the only athlete in the family. Since Mom and Dad were usually too busy with work I made it my duty as her big sister to go to every one of her games. I was happy when Mom showed up for Kizzy's semi qualification game.
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