Again dad wasn't willing to tell me anything, he says he prefers to keep me save then tell me anything, even after mom practically begged him not too, he was too adamant to listen, however after I chose not to leave, dad and my mom had this look at each themselves, they both were talking with their eyes and anytime they do that, it's either one of them wants to tell the truth or the other is pleading for the same truth to be out to me..

"I'm waiting, what prophesy,?" I look at mom while asking dad, mom turns her head away and again went back to the chair...