Night Night, My Hero Baby
Wendy. Age 11. San Pablo, CA

On a cloudy Friday morning during a boring lecture about blablabla heroes in the blablabla times, I kept dreaming about relaxing in my house for three long days. When the school day finally ended, I left the school and raced like a G-6 jet to my house. As soon as I opened the door, I noticed my parents, Brenda and Jose, were standing right in front of me, waiting like cheetahs for the perfect moment to jump and catch their prey, and that made me jump. Right away they told me, “We are going out.”

I responded, “When you say ‘out,’ what do you mean?” My mom answered, “We are going to Lake Tahoe.”

I really got fascinated, until they stopped me. My dad said, “I think you heard your mother wrong, sweetie. Only your mother and I are going to the trip.”

“But then, who is going to take care of Teddy?”

“That is the second part.” I stood in front of them with a confused face. I said, “What do you mean by ‘second part’?”

“You are going to be taking care of your sister.”

“What did I do to make you guys could ground me?”

“Nothing. We just thought that you and your sister could spend some sister bonding time together.”

“First of all, that is a horrible idea. Second of all, who is going to change her diaper? And third of all, what do you want me to do, go outside and play catch?”

“That is the third part?”

I again was confused. “What third part?”

“We are going to teach you right now.”

“What are you going to teach me?”

“We are going to teach you how to change her diaper.” Well, that should give you an idea of how the rest of my day was. Crying, feeding, and changing. The rest of my day passed, and night finally came. My parents weren't home, so I was by myself. Well at least I thought that for a second until, “Waaaa Waaaaaaaaaaaa.”

Teddy started crying. I gave her the pink bottle of milk (which is her favorite), and that did the trick.

Teddy is a one-and-a-half-year-old baby. She has a little bit of hair, and it is as dark and brown as a brown bear. She was wearing her pink jumpers with a purple colored flower on her chest. Although Teddy is only one, she is a very smart girl. Every time Teddy does her special silly face, you know that she is trying to say, “Can somebody change my diaper?”

Although it seems a little funny and disgusting, that actually helped me know when to change her diaper. After that I just put Teddy to sleep, and I also went to sleep. After an hour or two, Teddy started to cry, but she was also pointing out the window. I checked out the window, and I saw a man walking outside. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was 3:00 in the morning.

I said to myself, “Ha. It is weird for a man that age to be walking this early or for anybody to be walking this early.”

So then I checked the window again, and the old man was gone and a young looking kind of man was in his place. Then the young man was looking at my dad’s car (which is a Camaro). I thought again, “This seems very suspicious.”

Then the young looking man broke the window, and the car alarm didn’t go on. Finally, the man took out some keys and drove the car away. I called the police right away, but it was kind of hard listening to the lady with Teddy crying.

I right away spotted the police car from my mom’s window. The policeman asked me, “What happened?”

And I told him exactly everything that happened and he left to see what he could do. After that I called my dad and told him what happened and he said they were on their way. When they arrived, I was very glad to see them because of what just happened.

Time passed, and they never found my dad’s Camaro, but that experience brought Teddy and me closer because every night I was the one who wanted to put Teddy to sleep. Although she didn’t really save somebody’s life, that was more than enough for me to call her “My Hero.”

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