I got myself some crisps and chocolate from the kitchen and ate them in my room. Mom never let me do that normally, but it wasn’t a normal night and I didn’t think she’d mind.
I’m not that good at telling the time yet. I know when it’s something o’clock or half-past something, but I get mixed-up with quarter-past and quarter-to’s. I remember going to the toilet and then looking at the alarm clock in Mom and Dad’s room. I think it said it was almost ten o’clock but I wasn’t sure. Whatever time it was, I knew that it was way past bedtime and then I started to get really scared because Dad should definitely have been home from work. I didn’t know why he hadn’t come back. Maybe he’d been going out somewhere and Mom hadn’t told me? Maybe there was a problem he needed to sort out. That happened
