1 Week MIA, Big Surprise
It’s been exactly one week since I dropped off my parents at the airport and said good bye to them because they were moving to New York, and I haven’t heard a word from them. Is it too much to ask for one simple phone call? I guess so.
Its bad enough I came home after taking my last final of the quarter and found them packing everything only five days before they were going to leave (that was the first time I heard of it), but now I have no idea where they are (and my five older siblings are ignoring me too).
So now I’m stuck living in this $2,000 a month one bed, one bath apartment (which my parents stuck me in and were going to “pay for” because they felt bad about not telling me they were leaving me) with a bunch of unfriendly people in the my building who give me dirty looks for everything I do.
Earlier today I had a flash back to when I was five and my whole family went to Disneyland during the Christmas season. After waiting in line for all the big rides (and since I wasn’t tall enough I had to wait at the loading station with the Disney people until they got out of the ride), we took a bathroom break. The bathrooms were full because it always gets crowned at Disneyland during the holiday season, so I was the last one to get in since everyone else decided they had to pee more than me (even though I was standing with my legs crossed and squirming the whole time in line).
I remembered getting out of the bathroom and going to wash my hands. I waited for a few minutes and wondered why my mom and my two sisters still weren’t out of the bathroom. After a few minutes, a few people started wondering why a tiny five year old was just standing around. I told them I had been waiting for about half an hour and after asking around if I belonged to anyone, they realized that my family had forgotten me in there. They took contacted some of the friendly Disney workers and they waited with me outside the bathroom incase my family came looking for me. We waited for an hour and then they called Mickey Mouse (because they saw I was really sad) to take me to the Disney City Hall where I had to stay until someone came to claim me (kind of like a lost and found).
It took my family four hours to realize I was missing. Four. When they noticed I wasn’t with them and talked to a Disney person, they were told to go to City Hall because I had been missing for so long. Not only had they forgotten me, but they didn’t even notice me when they passed by me at the City Hall. I remember being five and wondering whether or not I should acknowledge they were my family so that way I could get a new family. Unfortunately, my oldest brother saw me after a little bit. “Hey look, it’s the Runt.”
So I really shouldn't be surprised that they've forgotten about me now.
Maybe I’m easily forgotten because I’m so tiny.
Its bad enough I came home after taking my last final of the quarter and found them packing everything only five days before they were going to leave (that was the first time I heard of it), but now I have no idea where they are (and my five older siblings are ignoring me too).
So now I’m stuck living in this $2,000 a month one bed, one bath apartment (which my parents stuck me in and were going to “pay for” because they felt bad about not telling me they were leaving me) with a bunch of unfriendly people in the my building who give me dirty looks for everything I do.
Earlier today I had a flash back to when I was five and my whole family went to Disneyland during the Christmas season. After waiting in line for all the big rides (and since I wasn’t tall enough I had to wait at the loading station with the Disney people until they got out of the ride), we took a bathroom break. The bathrooms were full because it always gets crowned at Disneyland during the holiday season, so I was the last one to get in since everyone else decided they had to pee more than me (even though I was standing with my legs crossed and squirming the whole time in line).
I remembered getting out of the bathroom and going to wash my hands. I waited for a few minutes and wondered why my mom and my two sisters still weren’t out of the bathroom. After a few minutes, a few people started wondering why a tiny five year old was just standing around. I told them I had been waiting for about half an hour and after asking around if I belonged to anyone, they realized that my family had forgotten me in there. They took contacted some of the friendly Disney workers and they waited with me outside the bathroom incase my family came looking for me. We waited for an hour and then they called Mickey Mouse (because they saw I was really sad) to take me to the Disney City Hall where I had to stay until someone came to claim me (kind of like a lost and found).
It took my family four hours to realize I was missing. Four. When they noticed I wasn’t with them and talked to a Disney person, they were told to go to City Hall because I had been missing for so long. Not only had they forgotten me, but they didn’t even notice me when they passed by me at the City Hall. I remember being five and wondering whether or not I should acknowledge they were my family so that way I could get a new family. Unfortunately, my oldest brother saw me after a little bit. “Hey look, it’s the Runt.”
So I really shouldn't be surprised that they've forgotten about me now.
Maybe I’m easily forgotten because I’m so tiny.
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