Holidays in family

We had finally landed in the Caribbean. My dreamt holidays had finally arrived. When I saw the
beds, I told my sister that the one by the window would be mine. If she wanted, the other one
could be hers, or she could ask for another bedroom to be arranged for her.

Later, we were having a coconut milk by the pool when two boys came by our side and one of
them took the glasses and they started drinking from them. I said: "Excuse me, I think you made a
mistake. These drinks are ours." They apologised for the confusion and bought us new drinks.

Our parents didn't trust them, so they came near us with the excuse that the stuff on the chair on
the left were theirs, so they had to take care of them.

The following day, we saw the same boy and this time a voucher for the equivalent of two free
nights appeared under our glasses. I asked them: "Excuse me, is this yours?" And they said that it
wasn't, that it was ours.

It turned that to be that they were the owner's sons. As they had committed a terrible mistake
taking our drinks, their father told the eldest of them that the responsibility of fixing it was his.
After deliberating the issue with his brother, they decided to offer the four of us two free nights!