When I was around four years old, my parents went away for the weekend, leaving me with my aunt, whom I adored and who also happened to be our neighbor. We vacationed at the beach and in the mountains in the years before and after this time, so we had done plenty as a family of three. In fact, this was probably their first time away from me, and I’m sure they needed that time to enjoy themselves as a couple. The only thing was, I was quite sure they would be back for me that first night or, at least, the next, and I was all prepared for them…