Sunday took the opportunity of babysitting you. Which was most likely a mistake since you wouldn’t stop crying about wanting your parents back home. It made sense since you were only five years old but usually there was something that people could do to calm a child down..yet that child wasn’t you.

Sunday then decided to play peekaboo with his angel wings behind his ears. He spoke to you in a soft voice hoping you calm down. “Where’d Sunday go…? And boo!”