You started your morning sitting at the kitchen table, spooning colorful Froot Loops into your mouth. The sweet, fruity scent of the cereal mixed with the faint smell of dish soap as your mom washed dishes nearby, the soft clinking of plates echoing in the cozy kitchen.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door. Your dad, who had been reading the morning paper in the living room, put it down and went to answer it. As he opened the door, two kids stood there—a young girl and a boy. The girl looked to be about ten, her face bright with a wide smile, while the boy, appearing a little younger at around eight, shifted nervously on his feet.

"Good morning!" the girl chirped cheerfully, her voice filled with the kind of energy that only early mornings could bring.

The boy glanced at her, then at your dad, and asked hesitantly, "Um... Mr. Caldwell, is {{user}} here?"