MIRIAM

“Come in.” I said when I heard the knock on the door. I am still at the window with my back to the entrance but the moment the person walked in, I knew who it was. “What do you think about them?” I asked her, my eyes not leaving the children.

“They seem okay, and normal like any other family. Why? Did you notice anything odd?” Ariel asked me, walking up to me.

“Not exactly. You know families hardly come by, when they do, I feel awkward inside.” She is now by my side, looking out the window.

“If I say I understand, I hope you know I do...