Don’t judge a book by its cover

Our forefathers and others were right when they said judging a book by its cover can be a serious mistake. One day, I woke up and found the birds chirping, as usual. My parents had gone on a journey and I had the house to myself. I was going about some chores when, out of the blue, a stranger came calling.

It transpired that he was a relative, an uncle who lived far away. He wore a dark suit and his black leather shoes added to his smartness. I was so happy when he introduced himself as an uncle, who would not want a smart uncle? He asked me about my parents and other family members and soon we were talking as if we had known each other all our lives. He fished out sweets and cakes from his bag and my smile occupied all my face with delight.