What’s the Meaning of This?
When I knocked on the door, my parents opened it with big smiles on their faces. They were clearly happy to see me. However, when their eye landed on Jacob, their face suddenly turned sour. Their brows furrowed, and their lips downturned. It had been my father, Peter, who had demanded an explanation. It was very obvious that my parents did not appreciate my Jacob! Questions were written all over their tense faces.