The Tent

 I can't remember it well... I suppose, I was 5 years old when I did something mischievous for the first time. It was not something casual, not something childish or not something funny. I sort of disappeared my own brother...

                               He was 2 years old. He was extremely endearing with pink chubby cheeks. I guess, he would be the cutest person I have ever seen. And so, after observing his beauty for 10 minutes, I took him to my itsy-bitsy tent. 

                                My parents had bought the tent few days ago. It had a scarlet red colour with some cartoon drawn on it. I had each and every thing in it, from my toothbrush to my dresses. I took my charming brother in it and he...started crying. I was pretty much small to handle it, but somehow I managed to calm him. After spending 15 mins to calm him, he finally slept!

                               He was looking as beautiful as rose with his rosy cheeks. I hugged him tightly. And as every 5 year old does, I ran off the tent...leaving my brother inside. 

                                 And, to mention something more creepier, I had closed the door of my room. 

                                After 2 hours of playing with my friends, I got home.  And saw that my mom was crying. It was pretty scary at first. I asked her "Why are you crying?". She said "We can't find your brother!" "I know! He is in my tent!" I said with excitement.

                                Everyone rushed into the room and saw... that he was peacefully sleeping in the tent. My mom tightly hugged him. And I knew what was going to happen with me...