Wrong House, The Birthday Lie

At my son’s birthday party.

To ease the awkwardness of arriving late straight from the hospital, I pretended to have amnesia.

“Why are you all in my house?”

The moment my son realized what I said, he immediately stepped in front of the refined, gentle man beside him, claiming I had entered the wrong house.

“This is the home I share with my mom and dad. Get lost!”

Meanwhile, my wife, watching this whole farce from the second-floor balcony, chose to act deaf and blind.

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“This is the home