The Servant Son
After Christmas, I went on a vacation. For the trip back, I failed to get a train ticket with a sleeping berth. Thus, I was tired and mussed when I got home.
When I opened the door, someone shoved a bunch of cleaning tools at me.
The man sneered at me and commanded, “Hurry up! You need to finish cleaning this place before 6:00 p.m.!”
I looked at him and saw that he was wearing my father’s silk pajamas. I took a few steps back to check that yes, this was my family’s two-story mansion.
It was my home, but who was this man?
And what was this about cleaning? Did the man intend for me to clean? I was the son of the owners of the house!
I messaged the family’s group chat and mentioned my mother. The message read, [@Mom, your boytoy is asking me to clean the place up. What gives?]