Self-Invited

In the early hours of one Sunday, while Samuel was still under the sweet spell of sleep, he was suddenly rudely awoken.

It was accompanied by the pestering voice of a young girl. "Dad, Dad, get up already, Dad!"

A frown came upon Samuel's face. He was about to explode in a fit of rage but halted himself when the words approached his lips. He opened his drowsy eyes and sat up hesitantly. "Annie, let Dad sleep a while longer."

"No. Did you forget, Dad? Today is the opening day of August's concert!"

A girl with a pretty face and several spots of freckles on her face chirped about endlessly like a little lark. "Dad, didn't you promise me last week that you were going to go to August's concert with me?"

"Yeah, yeah, Dad got it…"

Samuel then sheepishly massaged his head before he put on his socks and shoes.

"Hmm, quickly get up Dad, Aunt Linda already made breakfast!"

Only then did the little girl willingly leave Samuel's bedroom.