The morning came shortly as Keith yawned. His little body was energized for the day as he rushed out of his room.
"Mom, Dad," Keith called out as he met his two parents discussing while preparing the meal.
For a moment, Keith paused as he gazed at them. This was something he didn't understand, but he loved it and held it dear. Mom and Dad seemed so close and were like siblings in the way they played and did things.
Keith couldn't imagine what he would do without them.
"Hey, my dear." Hearing the thunderous voice, his mother turned around, slapping Keith's father's mischievous hand away as she smiled at Keith and opened her arms. Keith hugged her.
The two hugged as Keith's father smiled, carrying Keith on his shoulders. Then he wrapped his arms around Keith's mother's waist as the family of three laughed and sang while they made food.
A tantalizing aroma filled the air, and Keith's and his father's stomachs growled in protest, making Keith's mother laugh.
