My parents liked traveling very much. Every summer we (me, my two brothers Andrew and Stefan and our parents) had a trip. The whole our life we lived in a small town and summer was a great possibility for us to see different places, to see the world.

One day our parents decided to go to vacations without their children. They went to Portugal and we had to stay at home under the control of a familiar girl. Her name was Agatha and she was a rather nice girl. We called her a host girl. She was a daughter of one of mother’s friend, who was a host of the town boarding house. Several times we had Agatha with her mother in our house as guests. And she was sure these three children were quiet and well-bred and wouldn’t bring her a lot of problems. But she was absolutely wrong, because she could see us only in front of our parents. But as only parents left the house the chaos began. We shouted, ran and couldn’t enjoy the freedom. All the time we fought, made fool and refused to eat dinners she cooked. I was the youngest sister for my brothers and they liked to poke fun at me. Their favorite was to lock me in the bathroom with Andrew’s rat. And they perfectly knew that I was afraid of this being. Once they made a trick to Agatha. When she fell asleep they just sewed her with stitching to the bed. It was cruel, but very funny. And the poor host girl could only helplessly sigh and assure us that if we wouldn’t stop she would call to our parents. But we strongly believed that she wouldn’t do it. She was too kind. The vacation rushed by our parents, but for Agatha this week was like a century. When parents returned home, Agatha didn’t tell anything them about our behavior. She ran for dear life from the house. We were sure she would never forget us, dinners we had and the nice atmosphere of our house.