Just read a fic that reminded me of the time my whole family lost my baby brother. I'm pretty sure he was like 3 or 4, but I remember my mom asking us were he was and calling out his name. Mind you he's opening doors at this point, like full on unlocking when someone knocks so we're rightfully freaking the f out. So here goes my mother, father, 3 siblings and my self all running around the house, backyard, and front yard yelling out his name. My mom and dad are panicking, I'm panicking, heart full on racing and my mom is running around the neighborhood at this point screaming his name, and at this point we're about to call the police okay, it's been like a good hour, maybe an hour and a half of searching and we can't him. So my mom is panicking looking for her phone yelling at everyone and everything for it, and as my dad's looking on our couch to look for the phone, lo and behold, he picks up one of the couch cushions and there he is. Peacefully sleeping under a FREAKING COUCH CUSHION!!! And my mom is sobbing, she's running towards him at full speed and just immediate starts shaking him to wake his little butt up, but of course the minute she started shaking him he woke with a start. And all you could here is her yelling and scolding him for not waking up, I mean I don't know how he didn't wake up, there were six people screaming his name, but I guess living in a loud house you just learn to block out sounds as you sleep. Anyways my moms sobbing, my dad's laughing hysterically about my baby brother being on a couch cushion and honestly, my brothers and I were just fed up at that point. We were tired and honeslty I just wanted a nap...
