Strangers Suddenly at My Family Table
Language: en
When I pushed open the front door, Christmas dinner had just been set on the table. Mom poked her head out from the kitchen: "Is Claire home? Go wash your hands, we're about to eat!" Dad sat in his usual spot, clutching the TV remote in his hand. Everything was exactly the same as the past twenty-six Christmas Eves. Until I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Thirty seconds. I was only gone for thirty seconds. When I came back, a strange man was sitting in Dad's seat. A strange woman walked out of the kitchen carrying a soup bowl, her hair styled in trendy curls. It was still…