I saw this little place in an old photo album of my moms. They stopped going to it years before I was born, but hired some family to keep it clean while they took care of me. Okay, so maybe it was wrong to go through their laptop to find out more information about the people who clean this place but.. well, they shouldn’t have made their password my name.
Turns out the people cleaning it now are twins my age. Bubblegum and Macaron. It was a little weird contacting them, I was sure they would be the horrible people my moms seemed to think run around the world. They were actually really nice. When I told them I wanted to stay at the house for a while, they promised not to say a thing to my parents.
I’ll tell them eventually… it’s just time for me to see the world.