It was your dad. He was wearing a t shirt, shorts, and some Nike shoes that were blue, gray and white. He looked sweaty and you assumed he must've been at the gym. You also noticed him carrying a pair of black and white Nike trainers which you realized we're your mom's gym/running shoes which she must've have left in his car. You watched as your dad dropped the shoes near the closet and talk under his breath before he turned around, his eyes scanning the room. He looked around the entire room, his eyes passing over you but quickly snapping back and settling on the jar. "Now what did she buy?" He walked over and towered over you.
"What the hell is this?" He said as he picked up the jar and brought it up to his eyes. "Dad! Help me!" You cry out. He shook the jar causing you to bounce about. "Looks like a person. That can't be a person. What's it saying? I must be crazy." Your dad mutters.
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