My uncle is walking across our porch. I am scared. He is almost at the front door. Won't someone help me please? He opens the door and comes into the house. I hope he doesn't see me. It is so hard to be quiet when you are only five years old. I am trembling. I know I shouldn't say anything because mommy and daddy will blame me. They will think I am a bad little girl. But it is not my fault. I am not a bad girl. Help me please! My whole body is shaking. Uncle Max walks into the den and I scream, "Surprise, Happy Birthday Uncle Max." I can't believe I held it in all of this time!