Going on a more-than-a-day visit to my sister's without pyjamas or a toothbrush isn't really my thing but I could not exactly be prepared for what came to me this morning.
As I reached my sister's apartment she was still at work so I stayed anyway hanging out with my 1 year old niece and her nanny.There were surely more fun times in my life but nothing could be worse that being home right now.
As I take my phone from pocket I knew what I would see. 35 missed calls.
Some of them were from my dad since it would be really normal to answer his calls like he didn't know about the whole thing they went through behind my back.
I really can't understand this.What could have possibly got into their minds that changed them into insane control freaks over a night ?Well I actually happen to know what got into them. That tiny,scheming,back-stubbing germ that runs at my place for 6 years now. And it calls to the name of Sarah.
