the house

He was right in the middle of a big investigation when he got another phone call. His family again... What to do? Snoopy had desapeared one more time, Pamela just couldn’t stop crying, John was screaming that it was not his fault and Mary was going to defend her PHD in the next two weeks... His home was falling down. He remembered the day he got married, the party, how Mary looked like a princess in that beautiful dress, the dreams they had together, his home. How could everything had passed so fast? Smoking in his office, with the phone hanging from his hand, all he wanted was a moment to work without anything else to worry about. But that seamed to be an impossible mission. OK, he had to go home. After all, it was already half past six. He stood up slowly, closed the files, turned the computer off and moved in a blue way through the corridors. Most of his peers had already gone. He said good night to the doorman and took his car. Driving home, he couldn’t stop thinking about his life. It was as if he had been outside himself for a long long time, as if he couldn’t recognize what he was anymore. With another cigar, a little bit of smoke and some music, he almost cried like Pamela. And that made him think about her, the day she was born and how happy they all were... And after two years came John, and he got happier because then the family was complete, and he started remembering lots of situations, happy things and sad things too, and he thought that Pamela could want to marry some day and he wondered if his reaction would be something like the one Steve Martin had had in that shit movie... He was almost getting home and he thought about Mary. He really had been in love with her for so many years...
And then, when he turned the right, he saw his house. There was something strange, it was completely in the dark. What could have happened? He parked the car, jumped out and run to open the door, but someone from the inside opened it first: “Sorry, I think you’ve come to the wrong house.” For a second he was lost, confused and astonished, but the lights were turned on and his family and his friends were all there screaming: “Happy Birthday!!!” How could he forget his birthday? How could he forget his life?