I take deep breathes as I stare at the mirror in front of me. My body is full of nerves and my heart is pumping fast, it is scary.

"You can do this," I mutter to myself as I grab my backpack, my feet carrying me out of the room and towards the staircase. I walk towards the kitchen, hearing my parents' laughs.

I enter the kitchen, smiling when I see them preparing breakfast with smiles on their faces, I love how happy they look.

I stand staring at them till my father notices me, he turns around with a smile on my face, opening his arms out to me which makes my mother turn around, her eyes setting on me as a bigger smile forms on her lips.

I run into my father's arms, wrapping my arms around him. My body relaxes as my father hugs me back.

"Are you alright?" My father asks, worry evident in his voice. I nod as I unwrap my arms around him, my lips forming a smile.

"I am just a bit nervous," I reply hugging my mother who moved to stand next to my father.

I smile at both of my parents as they look at me with questioning eyes. I decide to ignore their looks as I walk towards the fridge, grabbing some orange juice and a cup. My parents must see that I am not in a very talkative mood because they turn back to the stove.

"I missed you guys," I murmur as I sit on a stool, my eyes still on my parents.

"We missed you too, love. I just wish you came with us." Mom says as she gets the cupcakes from the oven, she flashes me a smile before walking towards the waffle maker.

"I wish I followed you guys, but I am sure that we will go there together next time."

My parents agree as they busy themselves with the cooking, including me in some of their conversations.

My parents went on a trip on the same day that I went to the supreme jail, but I could not go with them because I still need to solve Diego's case.

The sad part is that the past two weeks have been busy and sadly unproductive. I tried to tell the law firm that giving me a different client would be good, but the boss refused my suggestions.

I was told that a lot of people do not like getting involved with Mr Martino's case. I was also told that his case is a bit more complicated, different from the other cases.

I mean who would want to work close to the emotionless hunk of a man. The man is handsome, yet scary.

"What are you thinking about?" My father asks as he sets the food on the table.

"I was just thinking of the case," I sigh as the words leave my mouth. "And why didn't you guys call me? I would have served the food since you guys cooked," I question as my parents sit down on their respectful seats.

"We didn't want to risk you dropping stuff, you are really good at that," My mother says as both her and Dad laugh.

"You guys are just rude, laughing at a child like me. We all know that I inherited my clumsiness from you both." I state as my parents serve themselves.

"You got it from your mother, I am the organized one here," Dad states as he serves me as well.

"I thought you said that you don't lie, so why are you lying?" Mom asks Dad as she folds her hands on the table.

"Hun, we both know that I am telling the truth here," Dad says as we put our hands together, ready to say grace. "Now, let's not talk about it. I am hungry and this food might disappear if I continue arguing with you." Dad say with a chuckle, which makes Mom roll her eyes. We all know that Mom would have won the argument, she is a stubborn lady.

I say grace and my family and I start eating our food with small talk.

"I forgot to ask you, where are you going all dressed up?" Mom asks as she drinks from her apple juice. I knew that one of them would ask, I just did not know that it would be when I had food in my mouth.

I swallow my food with a bit of struggle, my nerves coming back to me as my parents stare at me. I forgot that I have to leave the house today, I also forgot about Mr Martino for a second.

"I-I-I....I am going to see my client today, his brother called to tell me that I need to solve the case before the month ends. That is also why I was nervous." I say the last sentence as my parents nod at me.

"I can't believe that they left the case for you to solve, alone. Why would they do that? Is that not illegal?" Dad asks, worry and anger in his voice.

"It isn't illegal because that's their company rule, I asked the boss and he confirmed. He said something about me knowing the law and procedures, but it is very exhausting." I sigh out, my muscles feeling stiff with all the sitting I did during the last two weeks. "I wish there was no school in this world, cause this is just tiresome at this point." I state with annoyance.

"I know how you feel my love," Dad says with sadness in his voice. "I wish you listened to me when I told you to join the family business, you didn't need a degree or diploma for that. But I can't say that I am not happy with what you are doing, you have this determined look in your eyes: and you also have proven that you are strong and courageous, not a lot of people have that nowadays. Everyone wants the freeway in this world, no one really wants to work hard in this world. So be proud of yourself and whenever you get tired or feel like giving up, remember the determination you started with."

"Thank you, Dad. I really needed to hear that." I state as I put my free hand on top of his.

Dad smiles at me kissing my knuckles afterwards. My father does not like hearing the word thank you, so this is his way of saying the word welcome.

We sit in silence with the utensils making sounds, our main focus being the food on the table. But the silence is interrupted by mom who asks me a question that makes me freeze.

"What's the name of the client?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE.