It was a Tuesday morning. I was filling in a hole left by an uprooted tree, when I heard an “Owwwwwww!” Looking down, I found I had shovelled a pile of dirt onto someone’s head.
“What the hell are you doing down there?” I called down. The someone looked up at me, revealing themselves to be a teenage boy who took to be around my age.
My parents heard the commotion and came over. The three of us peered down into the hole.
“I was walking when I tripped and fell down here. I think I hit my head, cuz the next thing I know, you’re shovelling dirt into my face.”
“Who are you?” my mother asked.
“I’m your son.”
“What?!” my mother seemed to be the most startled by the news, “I’ve only ever had four children!”
“Oh, no. Sorry, I misspoke. I’m your son-in-law — or at least I’m going to be,” he stood up and stared brushing dirt off himself, “I’m Alexander, but you can call me Alex.” He smiled up at us.
“And who are you planning on marrying?! My daughter is far too young, and all other women are spoken for,” my father seemed more annoyed than angry.
“Your son,” Alexander said, looking into my eyes.
I was shocked by his bluntness. Was that a proposal?
“Sorry,” I said, “but no, you’re not marrying me. One, I’ve never met you before. And two, I’m not interested in men.” I turned and started walking away.
“Wait!” he called after me, “Terrance, wait!”
I stopped and turned around slowly, to find he had climbed out of the hole and was running towards me.
I looked him in the eye, “Alexander, you said?”
“Alexander, how do you know my name?”
He grinned, “Because we’re soul mates.”