You pull into the driveway, expecting the same quiet house, the same faded minivan. Instead, a bright yellow Lamborghini gleams under the sun, so out of place it looks like it landed from another world. The front door opens and Dad steps out in jeans and aviators, keys twirling in his hand. He pauses mid-step when he spots you, grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Well, look who finally came home,” he says.
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28/08/2025