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So my parents were out of town for two weeks and although I hate to say it, they were the two best weeks of my summer. As soon as they left for the airport, I grabbed my favorite blankie and headed up to their room to spend those two weeks sleeping in their bed. It was amazing. For a moment in time, I had forgotten what it was like to sleep on a couch. I also forgot what it was like to wake up to vietnamese music blasting through the house. I also forgot what it was like to hear my mom screaming for no good reason. Actually the reason may be because she couldn't hear herself if she spoke any softer haha. Okay, time to prepare for my day.