My Father the Alien
What I can tell you about my father is, that he was a very mysterious man. He spent little time at home and when he was home, all sorts of strange characters came to pay him a visit. He would shut himself up in his den and when he came out, his quest were very very respectful of him. I can say that on one occasion I saw one guy kiss his pinky ring. So I was never sure what to make of him. Was he a spy, a double agent or maybe even, an alien from a far away galaxy ? He spoke several languages and there was one I never could trace.
When he was locked up in his den I would spy through the key hole to see if I could catch a glimpse of what he was doing. He sat there for hours reading a book and when I snuck into his den to see what that book was all about, It was written in a language I could not understand.
To this day when I ask my mother about my dad's secretive lifestyle, she avoids the conversation. Some years back I found within some of his old trinkets, a very old ring with a weird design on it. Which leads me to believe he was a member of a very secret and mysterious society.
Still I wonder about my dad. What was he hiding in his garage all these years ? Who knows, maybe it was his corvette stingray or better yet, an interplanetary spaceship.