My parents went crazy when I turned 16

My mom was a standard PTA mom in small town, USA. My dad was a high school English teacher. I was the oldest of three kids. My parents were the photo model middle class family in one of the most boring small towns on the planet.<br><br>I had always thought it was suspicious how unflappable my mom was. She never raised her voice or got irate when I got in trouble. My parents never yelled at each other. No matter what happened, their expression never wavered. <br><br>When I got in trouble at school for hitting another kid, my parents were stoic. Like emotionless and robotic. They didn't even bark orders at me. Just queer, monotone instructions. "We need to go see the principal. You need to go to your room. No dinner for you tonight. Go to bed."<br><br>My dad was equally emotionless. <br><br>My parents never brought dates home. They never went on dates, either. I always assumed that my parents were just one of those couples who weren't into PDA. <br><br>My parents didn't hug me or give me kisses on the cheek. With my younger siblings, they did the bare minimum required to keep us alive. <br><br>It wasn't until I turned 16 that their behavior drastically changed. My mom held a party for me. It was super grandiose with guest speakers who I didn't recognize. They talked about how proud they were of me for growing up and becoming a fine young man. My dad hugged me and kissed me on the cheek and told me how proud he was of me.<br><br>My parents were still stoic and emotionless but they treated me differently. They were more...personal. I finally felt like I got a hug from my parents. I finally felt like I was part of the family. My younger siblings received the same treatment I did as a child. My parents fed me, bathed me, and played with me. They took me on trips and vacations. <br><br>My parents weren't the average middle class American family. They weren't American. They weren't human. They were from another universe. <br><br>They told me that in their planet, children aren't held in high regard. Children are a means to an end. Pro creation. In order to sustain the population, humans must pro create. They weren't good to me because they didn't value me. Once I got older, I was valuable to them. I was an equal. <br><br>I'm starting to suspect that my parents aren't the only ones like this. The whole town seems to revolve around me. Literally everyone, store owners, teachers, police officers, came to my party. It was like they all owned me. I guess they did. I'm starting to wonder if I'm the only one who's actually human.