The doorbell rang from a distance.
Owen was sitting on the ground floor, watching TV shows lazily. Upstairs, his mother, Mehrin, was fast asleep. The sharp sound of the bell broke her sleep.
"Owen… Owen…" Mehrin called out.
"Go and see who's at the door."
Owen sighed to himself.
"She always calls me," he muttered, getting up.
As he opened the door, he froze.
Standing there was Sarah—his childhood friend and his first crush.
"Hi, Sarah," Owen said with a surprised smile.
"Welcome to England… I mean, welcome to our home."
Sarah smiled softly.
"Hello. I won't take much of your time. I just came to tell you that I'm taking admission in your school."
She handed him a slip of paper.
"Here's my number. Please send me all the details."
Owen's eyes widened.
"Wow… you're staying here now?"
"Yes," Sarah replied.
"Dad left his job in Italy. He's starting a business here in England."
"Oh, congratulations!" Owen said happily.
"Come inside, sit for a while."
"No, not today," Sarah said gently.
"There's a lot to do—furniture, arrangements, everything."
She paused and added, "Please say hello to Aunt Mehrin for me."
With that, she turned and left.
Owen slowly closed the door, still processing the surprise.
From upstairs, Mehrin's voice echoed again.
"Who was it, owen?"
Owen replied quickly,
"It was the parcel delivery guy, Mom."
"Which parcel?" Mehrin asked.
"Poor guy came to the wrong address," Owen said casually.
"Alright," she replied, drifting back to sleep.
Owen leaned against the door, holding Sarah's number tightly—
a secret knock that had already changed his day.