"Boom!"
The door was shut down. My dad had come.
"Hmm..why is he here so early ?" I asked myself while I was doing my homework.
My mom knew exactly what I was thinking.
"He came early just to play golf," she says calmly. She wasn't excited or anything. My mom knew he would be in the house for two minutes and then go away.
We all play golf in the family because my dad says so. We all hate golf and we are tired of it. The only thing we do on weekends is play golf. My dad wakes us all up at 6:00 am every single weekend. That's why he bought an apartment where we are gonna live, because it's in a golf course! He loves it.
When my mom told me I made a face of disgust and went back to my homework. I herd some kind of movement in my parents' bedroom. I was working in a room in front of my dad's with my mom and my little brother, Santiago. My mom was helping Santiago to do his homework. My dad was changing. He changed in less than two minutes! I herd the door again.
"Boom!"
He was gone.
"What was that?" I asked my mom
"Your dad just changed, grabbed his cloves and went to play golf," she said
"That fast?" I said surprised. "Wow"
We continued like if nothing had happened. We are used to it.
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