he last time we had them over here I was all alone taking my afternoon nap. The guests were an aged couple. As I came over the door on hearing the bell I was simply freaking out. I sensed danger as a thousand thoughts gushed into my mind. To look modest I had to change my shorts, make tea but cooking was never in my way, cleared up the mess I made in the drawing-room as I was over a paper collage that morning, also then I remembered my mom arguing for eating up all the snacks in the home, the biscuits and the yummy banana chips she made which I can never resist eating till the last bits. She had also then warned on what would we give if some guests suddenly turn in. At that time was so damn sure none would ever visit at least I had to assure myself, since I mentioned about those chips. There was nothing in the home to serve.I rushed all about clearing up the mess at the drawing, tied up my wrap-around skirt and fitted on the wide smile on face and opened up the door. Invited them in and offered tea. Undoubtedly they accepted. Somehow I obtained the approximate colour of tea mother makes by my own calculations on quantity of milk. I served it but no bad comments were made to my satisfaction. I called over my parents and mom said they were not returning soon. She sensed what I wanted to ask but couldn't since the guests were nearby. She finally confessed on the chips she had hidden on the top shelf and the Good day biscuits kept among the spices jars. I was like Wow! My mom is a veteran in reading minds. Also a bit of frowning over the hidden treasures was definitely there.I served it to them and had to simply stare at them as there was nothing we could converse over for long. As they left my place I took no time in finishing up the snacks that remained. This was how I handled my parents’ guests the last time. The good thing about them is that my mom will then finally confess the hidden snacks.