This summer, my 13-year-old granddaughter, Lily, came to stay with us for a few weeks. We were all excited to have her, and she seemed just as thrilled to be here. Lily has always been a sweet, well-behaved girl, so I didn’t expect any surprises when she arrived.
But boy, was I wrong. The day she got here, I helped her carry her suitcase up to the guest room. She was running around, exploring the house, so I figured I’d help her unpack and make her feel at home.
I opened her suitcase, expecting to find the usual stuff—clothes, maybe some books, and her favorite stuffed animal. But when I unzipped that suitcase, I almost DROPPED it. Right on top of her neatly folded clothes and a pile of books was a small hamster cage—occupied.
A very startled, very fluffy hamster stared back at me through the plastic walls, its whiskers twitching in alarm. I gasped so hard I nearly gave myself hiccups. Without even thinking twice, I whipped out my phone and called Lily’s mom, my daughter Susan.
“Susan, did you know Lily brought a… friend with her?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm but failing miserably. I could hear Susan’s confusion through the phone. “A friend?
Who are you talking about, Mom?” she asked. “I’m talking about a little ball of fur with two beady eyes and a twitchy nose. It’s in Lily’s suitcase!” I exclaimed.
There was a pause on the other end, followed by a long sigh. “I had no idea,” Susan said, sounding both irritated and a touch amused. “She’s been asking for a pet hamster for months, but we told her it wasn’t the right time.
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