Dearest Family

It was a calm afternoon, I was making paper cut outs of yesterdays newspaper, out of nowhere the doorbell rang, I look at my mother who preparing dinner, she looked concerned as there was news of a serial killer on the loose, she asked my father if they were expecting anyone, my father shook his head and said no, he got up from his smooth leather chair and reluctantly opened the door and we saw a well dressed man with an ear to ear smile on his face. My father asked him who he was, he said that he was a real sales man who wanted to make some offers, my father (still a bit concerned), let him in, and the salesman gleamed and stepped inside. My father locked the door as soon as he did and politely asked the man to sit on his leather chair, the man sat down and complemented the comfort of the chair, and my father complemented his leather jacket, the man then stared at me while I was cutting out hearts, and looked nervous as soon as he saw the newspaper, but shook the feeling off. Soon my mom called us for dinner and asked the man to stay for a while, he accepted and took a seat at the dining table, my mom poured them some wine and me some orange juice, the man took several sips of his wine and continued to talk. Soon he started to sweat and started to look fatigue and suddenly stared at us in disbelief, I started to giggle uncontrollably, and my mom took out her butcher knife and said    “Dinner is served...” We had a great meal and dad got a comfortable new fabric for his leather chair.