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"Mommy, daddy, And-- I mean Adrian doesnt want to be called Andrew." John said taking a seat next him. His father raised an eyebrow, "You should get used to the name.." he said. "No honey. Just call him by Adrian. That's a fine name too." his mother said putting down the plates of food. Why were they so nice to him? Are they even sure he was his son. Adrian was confused. Someone as nice as them loosing their son for 16 years.. did that even make sense. He's thoughts were interrupted when his mother spoke, "So how do you like it here so far?" Adrian looked at her, "It's ok.." he said in a low voice staring at the food. John grabbed some with his hands and stuck it in his mouth. His mother scolded at him, while his father laughed. Adrian felt left out. He got up from his seat, "I dont feel like eating." he said before walking out the door. John ran out after him and grabbed his shirt, "Promise you'll be back home after a walk?" he asked. Adrian nodded and walked off when John let him go.