Short after an old woman asked where my parents were and I said I don't know. "So you are all alone?", she asked and I answered "yeah" nearly crying. Actually my real parents were gone too. My mum had a car accident when I was 17 and my dad just kinda vanished after that. I had no idea where he went. I lived with my aunt then but she threw me out when I turned 18. She wasn't very nice but she also didn't had kids therefore maybe she didn't know how to deal with me. So I really was all alone.
The old woman's name was Heather and she invited me to go with her because she lived near in a big house. Happily I went with her and while we walked I told her my name and what I like. When we came to the house I was surprised how huge it really was. We entered and her white little dog welcomed us. "Oh this is Shaggy, my dog", she explained, I patted him and he waved with his tail. Heather showed me a room where I could sleep and told me, it was the kids room of her son who was an adult now, moved out and had his own family. I friendly asked her how old she was now and if she had grandchildren and she said, she was 63 years old and had two little girls. They were 7 and 5 just like me. She also said it's quiet late, nearly 8 pm and I should go to bed and we could talk tomorrow again.
In my room upstairs I found an orange pyjama with dots on it and put it on. Actually I didn't wanted to go to sleep that early but I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth and was in the room again. Quietly I looked through the big closet and at the wodden shelf and discovered a lot of toys, stuffed animals and clothes. Her son probably had a good life as a kid.
Finally I got to bed about half past eight and found myself in a very comfortable bed. I fell asleep quickly and woke up at 7 am. Remembering where I was again I happily ran down the stairs looking for the kitchen. It took me a while to find it because the house was so big and had many rooms. I looked into another bathroom and an office before I found the kitchen.
Heather was already making breakfast and I watched her standing infront of the cooker making pancakes. It watered my mouth and I took a plate, climbed on one of the chairs at the table and waited. When she was finished she put five pancakes on my plate for me and I wondered how I should eat so much. Then she poured some maple syrup on it and gave ma a fork. With pleasure I ate the pancakes and drank a cocoa. She ate a bread with cheese and drank a coffee. Surprisingly I could eat all the pancakes but I was so full after it I wasn't sure if I could walk.
Slowly I got to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I looked for some fresh fitting clothes in my room and picked out a purple T-shirt, gray pants and black shoes. Then I played with some toys and discovered a diary. It was the diary of Heather's son. His name was Paul. I thought about if I should open it and read it but I didn't know. Of course I was curious but I wouldn't like it if someone read my diary if I had one. Sighing I opened it and started to read. He wrote about his friends, his toys, the food, events and other things. It was pretty much just a normal diary from a kid. Nothing special. I put it away and kept playing with my toys. There were different cars, playmobil and lego. I played for hours till lunch at 12 am. We got sausages with potatoes. It was very good. After that I went back in my room.