Who can relate?

When you're home alone or your parents are gone or SOMEONE in your family is out somewhere and they give you a specific time when they'll be back, but half an hour AFTER that specific time passes. Then you go into a panic zone and create an elaborate story about how they died and you're sitting alone, thinking about all of the times you've taken that family member for granted, waiting for the condemning phone call to tell you that they're dead. And you begin to wonder if maybe their death would be a good excuse for missing school.

Then two minutes later they come back and at first you feel a sense of relief . . . and then you don't even bother to come out and continue to ignore them. Or you go out and tackle them in a huge hug, then go about ignoring them.