After five weeks of not seeing them and not telling me they left, my parents are finally back. This time however, I actually got a five hour notice prior to their return.
Which means dinner that involves my father's lovely criticism, screaming children, and lots of work.
Probably, I have this theory, I believe it's where all my possible mentally instability comes from. They're not very good at parenting... But I wasn't home alone, my aunt was taking care of us.
The one for my semi-formal. Link here. Or at least that's what it's supposed to be.