Moving Out: A Short Story

“Dad, I want to move out” as I said these words I had been wanting to say for longer than I could even remember, I could see my dads change in expression, though subtle, terrifying. I could feel the rooms aura shift, the suspense was overwhelming, you could cut the tension with a knife. It felt as if hours had gone by, but then(something like this maybe you could cut the tension in the air with a knife?) my father suddenly broke the silence.“No”, as he said this I could feel the overwhelming disappointment lay over me, I wanted to somehow try and convince him but I knew I couldn't. I just sat there wrapped up in my emotions on the verge of tears, unable to speak… bottlenecking. I walked back to my room wondering why I felt this way when I

As I was getting dressed I noticed a familiar smell fill the air, as soon as I realized what it was my eyes instantly lit up “Pancakes”. I ran down the stairs trying not to trip over my own feet and quickly sat down at the dining table. “ I see your exited Lily.” my mother said in an almost sarcastic manner, “OF COURSE I AM, YOUR PANCAKES ARE THE BEST IN THE WORLD!”, my mom smiled. In my family it was a kind of tradition to make pancakes on special occasions, one year on my moms birthday I tried to make some for her but they weren't even close to as good as the ones she makes, although i'm not sure why, I copied he recipe exactly, making sure to use the same ingredients and carefully mix the batter to get the perfect fluffy texture comparable to clouds, my theory is that my moms secretly a cooking witch, although I do not yet have any evidence backing this theory up. Anyway, today was the day that I would be moving out to live by myself for the first time, and although I love living with my mom as she's basically my best friend, I need to start my own life, like a new chapter to a book, and the first step to achieving this is to move out. “Here you go you spaz” my mom set the plate carrying the heavenly pancakes onto the table. I spread butter onto them, without syrup of course I am a pancake purest afterall, and cut out my first bite. As I bit