The door is open, my son is behind the door. He's staring at me through the gaps where the door is attached to the wall.
I walk inside the room while expecting him to surprise attack me but he didn't, so I sat on the bed pretending that I didn't know he is behind the door.
While folding his clothes, my son enter the room with a basketball on his hands.
"Where did you go?" I ask as he looks tired.
"Outside, playing with my teammates." He replied.
I look at him then at the door.
Who was behind the door?
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