That's what happens when I don't listen... my balloons pay the price.
In the next scene, I imagine what would happen if Sandra, the house cleaner, showed up and found my balloons. She wouldn't think twice... and sure enough, when my step-mom asks her to take care of them, Sandra is more than happy to oblige. She tears through them one by one, quick and merciless. My balloons never stood a chance.
Then a friend comes to visit and immediately spots my balloons! She wants them all popped and won't take no for an answer. She sneaks into the kitchen pretending that she needs a glass of water, and returns with a toothpick in hand. The countdown begins... will I be able to save them in time?
On my birthday, I hide my balloons in my bedroom to keep them safe during the party. But my step-sister has other plans. She distracts me while her friend sneaks in with something to pop them. By the time I get back, every last one is gone. Every. Single. One.
