she bolted towards the door , down the stairs , into the kitchen where 5 people neatly sat in front of a table with a generous breakfast spread .

"I'm hungry," the baby sister grumbled , eyeing the blueberry pancakes laid out in suspense for her growing hunger .

"Sorry baby girl," Lizzy winked, "but i was up chatting with," she gave a feigned cough, "Dan last night".

"Now i don't want anymore nonsense about boys, young lady . We've been sitting here waiting for you for the past ten minutes . Now the food's cold," mom said .

"Aw ma, you could have started without me."

"Elizabeth," her mother, Jo started - now Jo only uses Lizzy's full name when she preaches - "it's a Sunday. You know the rules," she stopped , only to sigh . "Look at my hair!" she pointed to the top of her head, "I have white hair now, and you're not helping !"

" You're right , I'm sorry ma . Sunday . Family day . Happy day . I love you guys , you know that." Lizzy fumbled with her guilty smile .

Jo squinted at Lizzy, paused, sighed again, then said, "Oh all right dear . Sit down . You know family's more important than boys."

"Yes, ahh boys," her father interrupted, "I was a boy once," he said, his eyes gleaming dramatically . "Your mother's right , Lizzy . Boy's are trouble, " he looked up at Jo from his plate with a secret sleazy grin. "I should know," he said with a wolfish laugh .

Lizzy sat down and joined in with the humorous atmosphere she loved so dearly . Here was where her heart lay content , undisturbed , and open - true to itself . After all , home is where the heart is .

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Just something I whipped up . Love your family guys , they're so important

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