‘Who could that be? Are we in trouble? Will we go to jail?’ I could sense her concern as her voice trembled.

‘I will take a look. You stay here, okay?’ I told her.

‘No way I'm staying here alone. I'm coming with you!’ She grabbed my hand and followed me to the porch. I felt her fear through her sweaty palms and hugged her to comfort her.
We tiptoed to the verandah only to find out that it was a raccoon being playful in the dead of night. After a brief eye contact and perhaps cursing us for breaking its streak of backflips, it wandered away into the dark. We both heaved a sigh of relief and giggled at the situation and how...