We ate and drank to our fill, and the rest of the meal was returned back to the kitchen.

　　"I think my baby is full." I said, relaxing on the sofa.

　　"What about you, Cynthia?" Mom asked her.

　　"I think she needs a break."

　　We laughed.

　　We were having this family discussion when the door opened by itself. We all stared at ourselves for a while, then at the door which suddenly closed back on its own.

　　"What just happened?" ...