A bleak, dull-faced man stood in front of three females, laughing and pointing at him. Sadly, his wife was the one laughing the hardest of them all.

After everybody’s tears were wiped, introductions were made.

The man gestured to the brunette on his right and said, “This is my wife, Josie Taylor.”

Still dabbing a tissue at her eyes, Josie shook hands with the older sister. Josie said, “And these are my children… where are they?”

Then, the older sister asked, “Where’s my sister?”

“Hweire!” responded a pile of little children.

Josie yelled, “Get off her!” The children scurried off.

Immediately, the younger sister sat up and said wearily, “Now I understand why you kept pushing me down when I was five. Today can’t get any worse unless ninjas start coming from the roof.”

Josie smiled. “Sorry about that..”

The older sister understood. “Her name is-”

Suddenly, a window broke and five people came in from the side of the house.

The little sister sighed. “At least they didn’t come from the roof.”