visitors
J, my good friend from years ago, invited my family to come to his house. We come from a land far far away so we were absolutely delighted being invited to a house of a local from another land. J's family too, who were incredibly kind and welcoming, were absolutely delighted to have guests from another land. We apparently came too early so as J and his mother prepared the food, J's father gave us a house tour. I watched my father talking with J's father, pops in their world while my father squinted to inspect closely everything. The chairs, the tables, the collection of vases, the library, the- "Hold up. Aren't those...". I looked where my father looked at, "Aren't these our stuff?" No. They had disappeared years ago. Decades ago. I thought they had disappeared but they are here. Now. J's father was left agape. He didn't know too. We shrugged it off. There It must've been a coincidence right? J's father showed us the family's garden. No. It can't be. I've seen this place before. My little sister, just 12 years old, blurted her thoughts out: "They stole from us!". My mother had to control her while my father laughed it off and apologized. J's father too laughed over it. We knew J's family was completely harmless. Nevertheless we sat down together in the dinner table, laughing and chatting, while clearly we were all still in deep thought of what all that was.