As you walk into your friend's house, you first see his dad on the couch. "How ya going, sport?" he asks, a big friendly grin on his face. You can also hear running water as his mom washes the dishes. She looks at you from the kitchen door and waves with her soapy hands. "Huh? Who's come in?" a soft voice echoes through the corridor. A girl, around the same age as you, who looks like a duplicate of your friend walks into the main entrance. "Oh... hey." She responds nonchalantly, pulling out her phone and slowly walking back to her room. "Honey, stay with the guest!" His mother yells out, drying the plates. She walks back in, her eyes glued to her phone. "Welcome to my crib, brother!" Your friend laughs behind you and slaps your back gently.