Your mother and father have spent the last two hours getting cleaned up for their night out. It seems strange to you that they are going out on a Sunday. You try to ask your mother about this, but just explains that its a work related thing for your father.
You grumble to yourself as you continue to wander around the house. Even though your room is full of dolls and stuffed animals, you have no desire to resort to acting juvenile. To your parents, it looks as if you are just getting cranky and on the verge of throwing a tantrum.
Sarah arrives at five o'clock. Your parents welcome her inside and give her instructions for the evening. Before rushing out the door, your mother and father both give you a big hug and kiss goodbye.
You are now left alone with Sarah.
"So munchkin, what do you want to do tonight?" Sarah asks you, kneeling down and looking you in the eye.
"I want to watch a movie," You say as sweetly as possible.
"Of course we can watch a movie," Sarah smiles. "I'm going to have to go make a pizza though, because I'm sure your getting pretty hungry."
You giggle as Sarah tickles your sides. It was strange seeing your best friend like this. You kind of liked the attention that Sarah was showering upon you.
The night goes better than expected. According to Sarah, she was letting you stay up late, despite it only being after eight o'clock. Your eyelids were beginning to droop and you were yawning heavily.
"All right, squirt, it's time to get ready for bed," Sarah replies taking your hand and leading you to your room.
Laid out on your bed is your nightgown and a Goodnite. The accident you had the previous night appears to be a recurring problem and no matter how hard you plead and beg, Sarah is unrelenting and you are forced to wear the diaper.
After brushing your teeth, you get into bed so Sarah can tuck you in. She reads you a story and kisses you on the forehead before turning off the lights and leaving. A nightlight in the corner of your room is glowing and you find yourself drifting off to sleep.
The sound of a car door slamming wakes you up. You look around, you are still a six year-old and fortunately, still dry. You crawl over to the window and look outside. Sarah is talking with your parents.
"No, she was good all night," Sarah explained. "She did pout a little at bedtime though."
"That's understandable," Your mother answers. "Did she act like she remembered anything though?"
"As far as I can tell, she think she's a normal six year-old girl," Sarah replied. "She has no memory of going to the mall or being excited about Prom or graduation."
"Thank you," Your mother replies, handing Sarah a large wad of cash. "I'm just not ready to let my little girl grow up yet."
You watch in horror as Sarah is driven home by your father. Your mother and your best friend had set you up. You were now going to have to grow up again. Tears welled up in your eyes as you threw yourself back onto your bed.
Moments later, you had cried yourself to sleep. When you woke up the following morning, you resolved to make the most of this gift and live a more full life because of it. The first thing you had to though, was change out of your wet Goodnite.
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