Who knew that 12 hours can feel like a month? My parents left me at home yesterday to go to a party because I told them that I’m tired of having a babysitter, and I want to stay home by myself, as an eight year old man that I am, and they agreed. They told me to not leave the mansion no matter what happens, and I didn’t. When they left, I did everything that an adult would do, I turned off all the electronics, I locked all the doors in the mansion, I brushed my teeth, and I put myself to sleep like a man. Next morning, I don’t see them in their room, nor in the kitchen, hallway, living room, bathroom, dining room, attic, under my bed, under their bed, inside my closet, inside their closet, or my unborn brother’s or sister’s room. I miss them so much that I want to break their rule that they gave me to leave the mansion. I guess it’s understandable, but I wish I had house keys so I could get out and look for them. I want my mommy and daddy and I don’t know if I can handle this when I really grow up. This is not fair; I still haven’t eaten my breakfast and its 2:00 P.M.
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