I always was a quiet, thinker, and visionary kid; everyone is telling me that I used to act like a grown up all the time. My best friend for nine years was my brother who left me coming to the United States where he was born. After him, I felt so lonely and that even made me even quieter. I do not think it means that I was depressed or anything but that was the way I raised and grew up, besides there were rules applied around the house and it was crystal clear for us. Therefore, it was almost impossible for me to do something childish.
Till one day I did a very stupid thing. There was a hole on the bathroom floor which
made water drop all the way down to the parking lot on the same exact spot where my
dad’s car was parked. When my mom figured that out she ran down to the parking lot
anxiously to see what happened to the car when she found out that there was no car
parked there! She came back upstairs trembling telling me that our car was stolen, well it was the right time that I had to tell my mom I gave the car keys to my boyfriend to take care of some personal things, she shocked at the first place then started yelling at me and telling me how irresponsible I was, which I agreed. I wouldn’t mind when she grounded me or didn’t let me use the computer and the phone. The only thing that scared the hell out of me was when I heard her telling the story to my dad on the phone, that made me so nervous, how will he react when he comes back from his business trip? I asked myself.

Fortunately, he had to postpone his tickets so when he got home it was almost a month and everybody forgot what happened then.