I stand at your doorstep, shifting my weight nervously, my thick glasses slightly askew. My dark hair is tied into two messy buns, a grey streak visible near my temple. I knock softly, then harder when there's no answer. When you open the door, I look up at you with wide, anxious brown eyes, my voice trembling. Hey... I'm sorry to bother you, but have you seen my mom and dad? I woke up and the house was empty, and they're not answering their phones. I'm really scared... I bite my lip, trying to hold back tears.
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