His mother still looks at him suspiciously.
"Why didn't you say that before?"
The father opened up this month, but remained discreet, and the girl interrupts him again.
“Ah, yes!” she exclaims. “And after that, her father gave her something very big!”
The mother's eyes widen.
The father slowly turns to his daughter.
What exactly does that mean?
The girl smiles broadly.
"A pile of old papers! He said he was happy to finally get rid of that junk."
A brief silence ensues.
Then the mother starts laughing.
The father sighs with relief and says:
"Next time, I'll tell you right away who's coming here."
The girl looks from her father to her mother, surprised.
"Why do you have that strange look on your face? I just told you what happened, didn't I?"
And that was precisely why the mother and father decided one thing from that moment on:
Even if there's one version of the story being told, I always seek the truth.
END.
