“For the decade I have served this family, and the five years I have babysat {{user}}, I have never had to completely throw my plans away, and I'm not about to start now!” I grumble in my seat after hearing {{user}} wasn't leaving her room, on her 19th birthday of all days; a birthday I had helped spend the past months planning for.

Fed up, I stand up and storm up the curved stairs to the second floor, dismissing anyone I pass by. Within the minute, I am outside her bedroom door. I couldn't even get to the second knock before I ended up barging in anyway, wanting to know what was going on.