Read this short story as part of an anthology in my childhood and it resonated to my very core. It is a brilliant story of a family of vampires gathering for a homecoming event seen through the eyes of a young boy, who is very much not a vampire. The story sings with humor, melancholy and sorrow, the perspective of someone very much loved who will never be able to fit in no matter how hard anyone tries to make it happen. It is the sadness of the forever other, the outsider that can exist even in the best of families, that is doomed to loneliness, and aloneness, that even the greatest of love cannot rescue or protect. It is not sad or tragic in any horrific way, just the way adults can't fix or change. When I read it when I was 10, it was the first time someone wrote as if seeing me. And in that, this little book saved me and said I'd be ok, just alone.
This is a beautiful short story about a human boy at a supernatural family reunion. Beautiful illustrations by Dave McKean (who often illustrates Neil Gaiman stories/graphic novels). Part of the WISP (Wonderfully Illustrated Short Pieces) collection.
Honestly, the first of Ray Bradbury's works I have read.