A Nice Surprise

Author's Note: This piece is a personal narrative of time I got my dog. Readers should look for the descriptive detail and all of the event leading up to the moment.

It was my turn I rolled the dice before I could see the number my mom had called my brother and I in to the kitchen. We didn’t make much of it. “C’mon sit down” my mom said with an urgent tone. We quickly sat down at the island as soon as my mom pulled out the shiny  camera, the clock read that it was a little past eight.“ Now I’m going to ask some questions” She said while slightly rubbing her finger over the record button.

My brother and I had no idea what was going on, but we went along with it. “ So where do you think dad is?” my mom said will a slight smirk on her face. “I don’t know isn’t he just stuck in traffic?” I asked. “No dad had to drive up to Green Bay, because we bought a present for you, it was going to be you Christmas present, but it arrived early.” Me and my brother exchanged glances. “Can you give us some hints?” my brother asked. “Okay, fine it’s about the size of box”. My brother immediately said “A gun?” My mom and I both gave a slight chuckle. “No, it’s not a gun.” “Really” my brother asked. He couldn’t seem to get in his brain that it wasn’t a gun.

“Just give us another clue” I say? “Why should you get another clue?” “ I don’t know maybe because that didn’t really help us.” “Ok fine, but first you have to go in the living room, by the tv” she said as her phone vibrated on the counter. Without a word we slowly walked into the kitchen and sat in front of the tv. A few minutes later I heard the door creak open and my mom’s head pop through. Then came my dad, he was holding something small, and golden looking. I kind of saw what my dad was carrying, but I had really no idea what it was.As soon as my dad turned the corner into the living room I think both of our mouths dropped open. We were both overwhelmed that there was a dog now walking in our living room. 

It was just so out of the blue, I mean you don’t expect to get a dog on a random day in November. I mean it’s not practical. My advice is to always expect the unexpected.