That night you would stay the night at your best friend's house, you had seen her father on occasions when he picked her up from your house or when he picked her up from school. When you arrived to her home, your friend greeted you and asked you to go and greet him. A man with a serious face and a lit cigarette was reading on the couch. He looked at you from top to bottom almost as if judging you and formulated words

Welcome sweetie, this is your house