Justine

I fail myself, we fail ourselves.
My mom has ran away from home. She left me a note which read, "Hi Boo. I've left the family to hang out kick it and chill with my girls. Help yourself to cheesecake in the fridge. Look after yo father. Lots of love. Mom." She'll probably be home at 4 am. Mothers............

My dad made dinner for the two of us. He spent half an hour picking out a bottle of wine, and then another 10 minutes looking for the corkscrew. We put on Amelie as we ate, even though it must've been our third time watching the show.

After we'd finished the whole cheesecake (with a diameter of at least 60 cm), my dad decides that he must use a face mask that very instant. So 67 minutes into the show, we pause it. I manage to do the dishes, call someone, feed the fish in our pond and play with the light switches before he is ready to continue with the rest of Amelie again- With honey, banana and lemon extract, smeared all over his face.

Then he told me about his paintball plans with his homeboys. Imagine a group of over 50s running around with guns, trying to shoot gelatin paintballs at each other. Talk about crrrr- azy! He even said I could go, if I'd tell my mom we had something like pasta for dinner, instead of wine and cheesecake.

Exhausted.

The end.