FIA
"They're here!" My mom's bewildered exclamation jolted my father's spirit into action, and he swiftly sprang into motion.
He hastily lifted a wooden plank from the floor, revealing a small hole that was just big enough for me to squeeze through. It served as a secret tunnel leading to a tiny room or basement that my father had personally customized.
I always wondered why he insisted on creating these small rooms in every house we lived in.
I assumed that he used them to hide important information or materials, but as I peered into the room now, I noticed a small bed and various food items neatly arranged along the wall. There were also other objects that seemed intentionally placed for the use of whoever resided inside.
"Come on in, my daughter," my father whispered softly, prompt
