It was Sunday.
It was evening. After a warm bath and a warm glass of milk, I was in my bed in my room. I was about to fall asleep while thinking about my dreams. Suddenly, a bright white light filled my room through the window. Everything started at that strange moment.
Because of the bright light, my sleep was gone and I became very curious. I slowly got out of my bed and walked to the window. When I looked outside, I saw a strange metallic object in the garden. It was giving off light and smoke. It was about the size of a car and it was shaped like an oval.
Not only me, my father also saw the light. I saw him go into the garden and slowly walk toward the object. I quickly left my room and ran outside to my father. When my father saw me, he turned to me and said, “Don’t come closer, Mila. Stay back.” Then he carefully walked to the object.
The strange object was still shining, but the smoke started to disappear. Now I could see better. It was dark shiny gray. It had no window and no door. It looked like an American football.
When my father stood right in front of it, the lights suddenly went off. Then a door appeared on the side of the object. The door started to open with loud mechanical sounds. Then, in the smoke, two small figures appeared at the door.
Yes, aliens had come. And my father and I were the first people to meet them.
From that day on, the world was never the same.