Amazing Kids! Magazine

Night, Night, My Hero Baby

By Wendy Paredes, age 11, California

 

On a cloudy Friday morning before a long weekend, during a boring lecture about blah blah blah heroes in the blah blah blah times, I kept dreaming about relaxing in my house for three long days. When the school day finally ended, I left the school and raced like a G-6 jet to my house. As soon as I opened the door to my house, I noticed that my parents (Brenda and Jose) were standing right in front of me, waiting like a cheetah for the perfect moment to jump and catch their prey, and that made me jump.

Right away they told me the news. “We’re going out.”

I responded, “What do you mean?”

My mom answered, “We’re going to Lake Tahoe.”

I was fascinated and excited, and I guess it showed, because my dad immediately stopped me. “I think you heard your mother wrong, sweetie. Only she and I are going to the trip.”

“But then who’s going to take care of Teddy?”

“That’s the second part.”

I stood in front of them, confused. “What do you mean by second part?”

“You are going to be taking care of your sister.”

I gaped. “What did I do to deserve this punishment?”

“Nothing,” my mom said soothingly. “We just thought that you and your sister could spend some sister bonding time together.”

“First of all, that is a horrible idea. Second of all, who is going to change her diaper? And third of all, what do you want me to do, go outside and play catch with her?”

“That’s the third part,” my dad smiled.

Again, I was confused. “What third part?”

“We’re going to teach you right now.”

“What are you going to teach me?”

“How to change her diaper!”

Well, that should give you an idea of how the rest of my day was. Crying, feeding, and changing.

As the rest of my day past on, night finally came. My parents had left, and I finally had some peace and quiet to myself. Well, at least that’s what I thought, until—

“WAAAAAA, WAAAAAAA!”

Teddy started crying. I gave her the pink bottle of milk (her favorite) and that did the trick.

Teddy was one and a half, with a little bit of hair the dark shade of a brown bear’s fur. She was wearing her pink jumper with a purple colored flower on her chest. Although Teddy was so small, she was a very smart girl. Every time she made her special silly face, you knew that she was trying to say, “Can somebody change my diaper?”

Though it seems a little funny and disgusting, the face actually helped me know when to change her diaper. After that, I put Teddy to sleep, and I also went to sleep.

After an hour or two, Teddy started to cry, but she was also pointing out the window. I checked out the window and I saw an older man walking outside. I grabbed my phone and checked the time, but it was 3:00 in the morning. I said to myself, “That’s weird… why would anybody be walking around at this time?”

I checked the window again and the old man was gone, replaced by a young-looking kind of man. The young man was looking at my dad’s car, a Camaro. It was incredibly suspicious.

Then, out of nowhere, the young looking man broke the window. The car alarm didn’t go on. In the dark, the man fumbled with something in his hands, and then drove the car away. Teddy’s cries grew louder, and I right away called the police in a panic, but it was kind of hard listening to the lady with all of Teddy’s shrieking.

When the police arrived, I spotted the car right away from my mom’s window. I ran down to answer the door, and the policeman asked me, “What happened?”

I told him exactly everything that happened that day, and he left to see what he could do. After that, we contacted my dad and told him what happened, and he said he and my mom were on their way. Hours later, they arrived home, and I was so relieved to see them.

They never caught the men, but they found my dad’s Camaro after a while. The experience brought Teddy and I closer. Every night after, I was the one who put Teddy down to sleep. Her crying had allowed us to call the police as soon as possible. Though she didn’t really save somebody’s life, that was more than enough for me to call her my hero.