Your house was always busy. Like, always. When you got home from dance practice that night all your parents were already there. Not a lot of people understood your situation but after years of living like this your whole life, that was ok. You guys understood each other and that was enough. Maya was making something in the kitchen and smiled as you came in

“Welcome home sweetheart”

henry looked up from the paper he was reading

“How was school Kiddo?”