I love my family.
Sunday night, I got a call from my brother. He said,
Mom and Dad were about to leave my apartment after helping me move in for the semester. So Mom walked over to the bathroom before they left. I kept talking with dad.
A few seconds later, I heard this scream from the bathroom. It wasn't a scream of fear or pain, but rather a glibly insane shriek of surprise.
"Jonathan! Come here, come here! You won't believe it!"
My brother cautiously walked into the bathroom.
"Look at the floor! Look at the floor!"
He looked at the floor. It was a normal bathroom floor, with normal bathroom tiles on it.
"Yeah? I'm looking at the floor," he said.
"Can't you see?" she shrieked again.
After looking closely, my brother had to agree. Every third tile had a pattern unusually-similar to Fidel Castro's face.