~~My father looks at my mother, and I look at my brother. Each of us express confused faces, wondering who, or what, exactly that could be disturbing us so late at night. My father stands up and answers the door, and there seems to be nobody there. It was as if a ghost had knocked. My father, being the sage man he was, simply thought a tree branch had come and hit the door. It was rather windy, so I told myself he was right.