Saturday morning, got out of bed just before 9am hit the clock.
Came downstairs while the other 2 were asleep, my parents were already in the livingroom talking in their PJs.
We had breakfast together, I always feel like an only child when that happens.
I actually like moments like this because they treat me like I am one of them, it sounds weird but I feel as if they trust me with some topics more than they trust my siblings.
So 2 conclusions from this morning:
1. I was making tea for all of us, mum wanted blackcurrant tea and dad wanted lemon tea. It's funny how I made myself blackcurrant tea with some lemon juice without realising.
2. My parents made up their mind about Scotland, they decided we'll move.

Peace out.