A woman named Miriam parked her car in front of a large mansion, then began walking up the steps to the door, a suitcase in each hand. She was a heavyset, motherly woman who was in her sixties and had a kichaka of reddish-brown hair on her head. Reaching the juu step, she put down one suitcase and knocked on the door.
"Dad! Dad, there's someone outside," Kat called from the kitchen. When he didn't seem to hear her, she sighed and walked out of the kitchen. "Alright! I'll answer the door."
Kat strolled over to the door and opened it.
"Hello, sweetheart!" Miriam greeted her with a big smile.